He appeared as flower
He was lead
A vision of power
Though was dead
Atop a tower
Skin was shed
Still every hour
Lies were said
A sky or cower
Appearance is dread
Every soul he will devour
To sin he’s pled
I fear his evil scour
The darkness he fed
And underneath the devil’s bower
More evil was bred
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Sometimes I wonder if I peered into Pandora’s box or if I am Pandora’s box. Uhm, my eyes bleed.
The fall from heaven is a terribly long one. Helps.
Despite being tired, I wrote this poem this morning before I even brushed my teeth. Lazy has never been in my resume. Off to Starbucks – then recording in my studio!
I hope you all are having a fantastic holiday and getting some love out there!
Thanks for checking out my work and for supporting independent artists! 😊
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