Ole lady bones

In a little small town something wicked it sneered , the roots a dead circus , it's something they feared . Dead heritage it burned , sleepy streets and red snow , run kinders, cry eldersĀ , my tin courage it shows . Stone Devils , scream sirens run blindly dead tyrants , don't you move , don't you breathe , heads rolling in silence . Hold fast to your stones, she's ripped and we prayed . Come peaceful , grim laidĀ , my precious bones , are out on display .
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I very much enjoy reading dark poetry, Phar, and even more so, dark poetry that tells a story of some kind.
I have even attempted to write a few of my own on occasion.
That being said I obviously enjoyed reading this.
I look forward to reading more of your writing in the future.
~Dean Kuch ā ļø
Thanx so much ! Means a lot , it's one of my favorites as well dark poetry , there's beauty in it to me .
You're very welcome.
Feel free to drop my my portfolio and read some of my work anytime. If you like dark poetry you just might like what you find.
Take care,
~Dean :)