A Deathly Tale
by Pete Marshall
An axe that falls upon the neck
Of smoothen skin of innocence
Will draw the breath of life’s regrets
And spasm truths of brilliance
And from the earth the flowers grow
That suck on blood of those before
Who lay beneath in rotten casks
That bide their time with tooth and claw
For in the sky the moon is full
That shines upon the marbled tomb
Who’s stones are etched with flowing words
That speak of tales yet hide the truth
A howl is heard across the pond
As dust would settle on the shrine
The miller works within his realm
As wind blows sails that move with time
And blood will flow and rush through veins
As taste desires those who prey
To suck on sweetly sugared flesh
And stop once more to stay and play
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Originally published at One Stop Poetry 31st Oct 2010
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