The Sleep of Kings (And Dead Men)A Poem by Dripping Chocolate MadnessSo. Tired.
I lay under a tree
In a graveyard by a pond Near Lovecraft's tomb On a stone sarcophagus And recognized happy solitude. I smelled the pine needles and peace And breathed the smoky wind And smiled a contended fool's grin. In the shade I napped. And there, I did dream.
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StatsAuthorDripping Chocolate MadnessWandering, RIAboutNot a writer, but I do it anyway. I'm also not a chef, musician, masseuse, guidance counselor, philosopher, or survivalist. But again: never stopped me before. I DO, however, happen to be a giant p.. more..Writing |