Against rage and ruin- wind and snow,
Its whispered plea calls out to me,
Forevermore the beast below.
.
When sunlight breaks in yolk-ish glow,
Darkness creeps amid souls’ debris,
Against rage and ruin- wind and snow.
.
Picks my bones like savage crow.
Pecking eyes for none can see,
Forevermore the beast below.
.
Silver tongue and honeyed woe,
It beckons release sardonically,
Against rage and ruin- wind and snow.
.
My breathing caught. Apropos?
With brutish strength, it will sing for me,
Forevermore the beast below.
.
A blood-soaked mouth after flurried blow,
The monster caged on bended knee,
Against rage and ruin- wind and snow
Forevermore the beast below.
About the Creator
Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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