Get it on the roof top
Otherwise you lose out
The Emerald green grass
Fertile and healing
Grows healthy crops
Sunshine adds its mass
Moonlight coats with finesse
Tag: poet
Demons, Poetry by Casiar Meloy
Gazing into the open gate of hell
the literal abyss of Hades
With its jagged canines from the ground clenched in meeting
of the stalactites trickling down an acidic saliva
in motion to bite with the deadliest mastication
The acrid stench invading the lungs with every stagnant breath
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