Finality

A Poem by Poetic License

At last the serpent's poison has worked to its completion,
My last and most sacred refuge lost to me,
Prose now tainted,
Even my poetry he has taken.

I shall write no more.

© 2017 Poetic License

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Added on October 7, 2017
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