Acrey Dawn

“…they were stung! By that insidious thing!”

demarcation

At grey of dawn
My blood was drawn
As I was strapped to bed.
Sent I was
From lands afar
With wronging in the head

With torch in hand
Sloe lips to ply
A triumph for the beam!
Good news, dear wool,
It be the purse!
On searching for the fiend!

Centering a steeple
Point’a spire at’a sky.
The stillness yawned a doomy song
Uncoiling an eye.

Squinting at the early sun
All frigid, morning gray.
A cryptic call
A roving sum
More pyres on the way!
Or with caduceus in hand
Their helper
Now a Mave!
But bury not,
I’ll treat the ill,
And live by higher pay

Yet many mites of madness
Softly swayed a mental rout.
Growing were the demons
Overriding children’s doubts.
Altered minds of many
Did they rush for shining seas?
Their cranial is Chancellor’d!
Jutting bits of fractured teeth

spong’d Dido goles brimming

A silly host
Bereft of hope
All flavored in the vim.
Sagacious mood
Demeanor crude
Besmirching seraphim

Them perfect golden kisses
With’a mind that’s never bruised!
To a devil dicing reason
Is the vacancy of food

A peonage leased,
A conscious not,
A shire’s bladen stew.
A maiden not
To sop the wounds
Anon to cordial bleu

The coalescence
Of a lamb,
The drifting, lousy, snow.
To catch a slink
& break the span!
A nescience I should know

It lingered them
On soothing gaps.
By windows did he creep.
In sleep they were as fully soft
With tongues as savors sweet

doctor

A jaunting brood
In staggers rot
In health I was a king.
A gift of care, the town secure
Emmanuel our dream!

The word ‘Lustus’ escaped her mouth
Donation’s zombie dream!
A cup of nerve
A corpse inured
I pass it on to thee!
Take worth, old sick, two coats approach
At looking for a scream!
At once a putrid mind of mass
Now breaking at the seams

Smashy be them fuddled friends,
A mass oblong for sure.
And with a scope to mouth agape
morsure de le languer!

The cud was housed
In beasty mouth
Some glyde from Autsbury.
Adipose soft.
The pulp, a dross.
Beau monde his mastery

The skull was set to slab
Mostly verted
& as lit.
The Titled Orb perused the crown
Most stoic
& beset

Cut the color from the blight!
The scars are lesions crude!
Unto the hemic, breathing air
The cankers broke and stewed

potence

Right before me,
Breath of life,
Her innards turned to soil!
A boy termed empty
Floating in
Were eyes forever moiled

With sullied breath
&
Tinctured chord
He flushed the womb a’black!
And with the creak of Shefford’s wood
The neck was stretched to lack

It’s to a brain’s most darkened parts
With all such passing due.
Writhe in heart
Be last of parts
And praise be unto you!

Charming of a diamond kiss,
Nay troubled,
Nor harangued.
Doubted graven,
Nor morose,
An almsman of the sane

inertia…

O sing it hearts of plenty,
Withal angels sent to rule!
Arrondi force.
A canon tort.
Refilling ancient pools

The best of days is kept as held. All
Folded, in a grin.
Add yesteryear
When skies were clear
And time was safe from sin

Halos hung like tarp,
Strewn panoptic on the dead.
The pallor of the Standing Corp
Consented wights a vez.
Dear old Luke! The foul, the stench
The town’s a grievous plague.
And stationed be a steeple
With’a bell
A chimin’ dread

I’ve tranced yon deep, for cure I seek
Trinary counting day.
Squired jongleur
By feist I’m sure
The mob is set to play

vaga é prosperi

Fulsome to a hill are wings
With armor past Allah!
Beautiful, as fairy sings
As lithe as Mashgiah!

A jewel a jewel!
The gift of bugs!
To sight’s atrocity!
A fool a fool!
To vat his prayer!
No poison hath he seen!

A nasty hatch, a vapid thrall,
Emerged about the flank.
And sworn to mist
His praying piss
In spanning psychotic

Soakings so anodic, pure
An
Oxide Cap Buvant!
Torrent to a rage
It soaked
In starry dead Dimanche

Appending fits of laughter, dim
The fear I hardly cope.
The catechesis of a fish.
A man without a throat

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