The jagged ring of darkness
Emptying out Its wilted justice
And maggot filled bag of tricks
And darest thou
Ye still don’t speak
For a spell close to eternity
The shadows still echo
A mind erasing horror
Stained and marked permanently
By the royal colored blood
Sticking sweetly to your upper lip
The once brilliant dagger smile fades
Your swing set is now empty
© 11/14/1994
William Grant Preston