Submitted by Kitty_Fuchs t3_123xugo in WritingPrompts
ElderberryNo1936 t1_jdyogmq wrote
In Two’s This water drama continues…wo he tips, wo he toes, wo he gets Holy water in his nose but why, nobody knows or where he goes, and yet he looks for someone no one knows, who wears flowers everywhere she goes, yet how tonight our feast glows in chainsweat moon light prepared down to pin and stripe of that raging moon, drugfull night she calls us all, who hears my starlit kite, howling the forest so bright, our fangs a gleaming fright, her fathers eyes her fathers might, for a few hours we have to get this right, Rage, Rage, Rage, my night shades plight. ©
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