Devils Prize,A Poem by lee von cleefThe Devil steals from,"The Fiery Angel" byFlar2me
Down across the ravine he squeezes through thick rhododendron
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His tail spanking their trunks, At the base of a towering white oak, lighting fingers scratched chard Five lines chalking down the bark, Black the square he yanked and the oak groaned. From the quiver off his back he pulled a shiny parchment rolled up tight. Unfurling it , He filled the oaks bare skin with the picture of last nights prize, His Angel; Hair and eyes a blaze, arched chest, wings spread wide, Legs fit and long across her feathered nest, Sweat beads between her breast, Swollen points crying for him to come back, Noble nose to chin, Streaks track the repenting tears, Tar staining her lips last true breath.... © 2012 lee von cleefAuthor's Note
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Added on September 23, 2012Last Updated on October 3, 2012 Tags: A Devil Authorlee von cleefARAboutGood morning,Thank you for stopping by. I like to write,I like to layer a story into a poem,I want to crack through to the reader,add emotion to life, theirs and mine. more..Writing
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