Inescapable

Terza Rima

 The world will never end,

Though all things will fall--

Twist, twirl, I will never bend.

 

The start of all is droll:

Seed, tree, plank, then table;

Flame devours. Ash is small.

 

Grow while you are able;

Life's short taste is sweet mead:

Drink, lest it be mere fable!

 

I am the pleasure-feed.

Oh, table-pressing Gut,

Your tastes have made you bleed.

 

Reviews

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I must say, that this is the best of the three pieces which you have written so far.^^ It's a defiant, emotive write that is worthy of acclaim.^^

excellent job David!

-Dream

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I like it.
Great Job