ashes from a blunt verse
meet mixed lives keen
on loves hunt rehearsal
phoenix tries rising
seen but in reverse
will seem dry in heat
and cry in search of
legal means to try
discreet curse dispersal
sweet fertility lies
lean in courting
victory or defeat
thwarting gleaned
deceit until the
warnings worsen
having never been a
mourning person
call it home less
a heart warming
dedication to an
art form in wisps
of ghostly garments
roaming blackened
chest compartments
call it justice how it
dressed the part your
home is now a
stress departure
shoulders drag a
motive grappled free
from the purist gold
encrusted bag of
trash its votive hurt
and brush off that dirt
because it clashes
with the rust for giving
old yearning burnt to
ashes two ashes
and trust too dust
About the Creator
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