The kill (Death ride)A Poem by The Elder Pine
Blood curdling
Streams chortling
Frolicking in a folly
Of death
Bile by the pile
White moon now a darker gray
Cataract the ax-take you there!
Were murders die
And dreams are liquid clay
Shine in anaphylaxis
Spin on your death spear
Deadly axis
Welcome to the jungle
Let me take you down
Death ride!
Death ride!
Swinging the right
Death ride
The kill
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1 Review Added on March 15, 2008 AuthorThe Elder PineDeath Valley, PAAboutWriting is my savior. It has become my outlet and my release, as well as my greatest passion. I dream of a career as a poet, possibly sprinkling in a few novels along the way. I operate on two levels.. more..Writing
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