Lost souls receded for one last time
The final one, so Gods demanded
Immortal eyes have estimated crimes
Of dreams and falls by now too tangled
The undertaking became a shelter
A quiet one, so I may claim
The Perturbation as soft as velvet
Uncovered pantings ful-filled with shame
Scorn demons started losing their poise
Incontrovertible struts faded away
Humbled spirits marooned their Gods
Meanwhile poets were rhyming:
so great, too brave....
1:44 p.m.
11/ 4/ 3
LT-VL
By Toni 'J' Blue