Lime Stones
dip a bone white finger into the blood of night
like a stylus stirring a parchment write,
like ripples dissolving in rivers of time
form the words revolving into stones of lime,
raise a cup of ruby to your night-stained lips
drink it up to cover the trail of your hips,
is strewn with fallen petals pearls and leaves
a storm of precious metals whirls and weaves,
images are falling facile kings and queens
like slaves come crawling forsaken has beens,
looking for the power squandered and abused
the devils black hour has them tightly fused,
howling monsters they created have come to devour
all the riches overrated how swiftly they sour,
as do the words they speak behind their golden screen
all the promises break, like nothing to be seen,
dip a bone white finger into the blood of night
like a stylus stirring a parchment write,
like ripples dissolving in rivers of time
form the worlds revolving into stones of lime,
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 15:57
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