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

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