KnivesA Poem by Cheavel DeLunaDrop it, its dead. Black verse spoken, lymerick, lyrical.
Epic, edgy. Free verse, heavy.
Fiends, go down, into darkness, into wind.
Understanted overbear. Whiter, golden, blackened armed.
Outside the city. no longer alone, audatious soldier, left for dead. © 2010 Cheavel DeLuna |
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Added on November 16, 2010 Last Updated on November 29, 2010 AuthorCheavel DeLunaPAAboutI'm a human. Mostly. I'm am aspiring starving artist. Everything on here is copyrighted. To me. Unless otherwise stated that is.. Salty? Enjoy! more.. |

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