Keys of the Kingdom

Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her?
Every hour the sun is growing dimmer.
Pouring every atom from his chest, love is thinner.
Burning any chance of hope, death’s a winner.

Does she hold light like a moon because there’s a glimmer?
Does love keep her on her knees praying for he’s a sinner?
The blood that’s leaking from his chalice it spells a killer.
If lying were monumental he takes the pillar.

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Err, I probably should wait 24 hours in-between posting, but like I’ve got so much to say and so little time. I’ve got to lay it all on the line. Cut my tongue out, I’d still write you rhyme.

It’s finally cold enough in Florida for winter hats. (I’ll make any excuse to wear a hat, sometimes 3 at a time. I iz weirdo).

The only thing that matters is now.

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9 responses to “Keys of the Kingdom”

  1. Can’t decide on ‘hope, love, or light’… Does she hold… hope like a moon? Light? Love? All the same meaning.


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