Killing JokeA Poem by Leah
The walls of my roost, they sigh; For awake and prowling within, A purpure silhouette writhes; Hoarsely, he beckons me to begin; “ Be gone.” Me thinks aloud; Yet, an exemplar of glory is he! Such exquisite chaos, endowed; Manners of dementia sold comely; “ You complete me.” Hastily, he stems blaring a glare; Books, pens, dust rattled off the desk; His stance culled of a nightmare, Now looms he, droning my neck; Seated I, eyeballing the screen; Naught a twitch for an itch, As leathery hands locked keen, He acquaints me own hands to script; A fool I felt, a Puppeteer’s aid; ‘Tis then he bent, tongue in me ear, Grains of a chalky mask fade, Abandoned his visage with a sere; His tale enraged of muted irony, Etched for keeps, a laugh so rubious; I withered, as his lips rasped cruelly- “ Why so serious?” -Leah © 2012 LeahAuthor's Note
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Added on March 20, 2012Last Updated on March 21, 2012 AuthorLeahSingaporeAboutOther sites: http://embryonicpith.deviantart.com/ http://www.facebook.com/embryonic.pith (Temporarily de-activated) " We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering b.. more..Writing
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