In Darkness Of DreamA Poem by Carson Kramer
Zenith of night
Dark's air betrays the season. Wandering. Wandering. Cold. In endless search for not known. This quest, the wares of the devil. This dream, alive. Real. In hooded cloak cometh the Agent Provocateur. Talons smooth and black. The very device, incarnate. Intent upon capture. Relentless. Unwavering. © 2018 Carson Kramer |
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Added on September 23, 2018 Last Updated on September 23, 2018 AuthorCarson KramerSt. Louis, MOAboutYou have come to the Nom de Plume, of the writer known as, Nipplegrinder. It was suggested that I would receive a more welcoming response, if I hadn't such a repulsive screen name. (Thank you, Lyn.) .. more..Writing
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