The Execution
tree limb catastropheheavy with winter smut
that never leaves
leaf blacken slush
balancing on shadows
of a sun that forgot
it won
the battle
against night
when snow is King
sneaks up on
dreams
powdered streets
deep, dont open
your eyes,
these winter nights
are proud
i found
me
beheaded
on my knees
the winter trees
weathered can
Snap
like my neck
the weight
too heavy
too late
posted by swordpoet @ 5:27 PM
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