Very Heavenly Creatures

A Poem by Gene Von Banyard

We merge and I am lost.

Blood & fire quicken the dead.

Ivy creeps around the spine,

Ghosts breathe,

Witches twirl,

Today, your turn,

Tomorrow, a shard of broken glass.

Please, I beg of you, make the sun smile?

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Added on March 7, 2016
Last Updated on March 7, 2016

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