The Angler

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Winter-white, ripping, frost-edged gleam
leaves a silver seam in the
Sky whose drink and dark I share
whose rain was mine to bear
Half-light wine glass falling stars
sins so far as to
Shatter laughing brightly grinning
off glass shards crimson glistens
I should have listened
But sharp teeth beckon, the Angler's light wins.

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[dreaming dame]

I like the words used:) I love the story:):)