Drawing space, the beast lurks near
grit to wit in creep of dream
poor as dust on golden tear
carving eyes that shout & beam
groaning lines of spine & place
daze in sweet for kiss or bite
musky cloak of dusk & lace
stars to map the chosen site
gnawed ’til dawn & sheathed with ease
saw the light with guts & knife
gone to ground this crush & breeze
moonlit song of blood & life
craved & snaked on god awake
fell to broken slips of time
cast & gush in heartfelt quake
fateful mark of damning climb
mangled passions dangling high
thoughtless nightmare scamping low
drool & gist from murking nigh
softly wise to vamping glow
tangled forces foaming red
willing slit kills slow & blue
blackened lines through grinning head
green the spear & place it true
faceless howl, a choice draws near
grit to wit in chase of gleam
silvered rich in death & cheer
stab the beast to sleep & dream
hello dearest poet I really enjoyed the style and subject matter here ❤️
Powerfully penned, Benjamin. This write hits like a Mack truck my friend. Amazing work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Writes like this are quite difficult for the most of us. So few even try. Yet you did and you did it very well. The rhymes are solid and well thought out. Most of the cadence is kept moving fluidly. Along with an interesting storyline to boot.
Great job here. Your efforts paid off well.
incredibly penned…compelling. your imagery captivating,
you weave words with amazing fluidity. i too very much enjoyed your topic & style.
~ chantepleure