The Hanging DressA Poem by Gurglesnarch van CaasiThe Hanging Dress The wind moves it back and forth It sways from side to side The sun casts its glare on the lady Her smile is never-ending and wide White are the many rows of structure The arcs shine bright in the sun The winged creatures all fly to her Her eyes cast their gleam on one Red is the dress that flutters Light is the skin that is shown Blue are the luminous roses Around her chest dressed like stone The wind moves her back and forth She sways from side to side The sun beats down on the hangman Her smile is cut side to side White are the many rows of structure Her ribs shine bright in the sun Vultures and ravens all feast on her Her dimmed eyes show them they won Red is the torn dress that flutters White is the skin that is shown Blue are the dying roses That surround all her exposed bone The wind moves it back and forth It sways from side to side There is no exception for the wicked The husband hangs next to his bride White are the many rows of structure Rows of gallows shine bright in the sun Vultures and ravens flock overhead The hanged show who really has won Red is the blood that runs over Grey is the skin that is shown Blue are the tears of the loved ones That chisel out names in the stone The wind moves you back and forth You're swaying from side to side Beware O sinner of Judgement Find grace before the day that you die © 2014 Gurglesnarch van CaasiReviews
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Added on January 27, 2014Last Updated on January 27, 2014 AuthorGurglesnarch van CaasiMAAboutGreetings. I am eighteen. I am a renaissance man: An artist and A bodyguard and A philosopher and A secret agent (I made that one up) But most importantly I am A writer. .. more..Writing
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