unbound and
down
unwound with a
wound so wide
you could crawl inside
and hide from the
hellhound
underground
precocious around
neverevers
metric temperance
shadowed, found
in shroud
a balance, a joining
in fluid torpidity
trium mordu
aloud, astound
drowned in cacophony
of silent sound
newfound succor in
the old ways
clasp on the cloak
become crowned
measures taken
heart and mind ring
with hammer-song
the air thrums with horns
calling the ironbound
paint the rune of return
profound implications
bring the false day down
dumbfound the Caligula
and the Delila
a sword at night
a dove at dawn
freedom abounds
leave all who witness the arrival
Spellbound.
image courtesy of Pinterest and Stina Olsson
Beautifully wordy!
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Hey thanks!
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Amazing.☺
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Thanks so much 🙏
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You are Welcome. ☺
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Aptly titled!! well done Oldepunk! love it!
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Thanks so much AP🙏❤
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😉💜
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This is great! The word choice and tempo is phenomenal.
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Thank you Erich 🙏❤
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I know I say this a lot about your writing, OP….but DAMN!
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thank you my friend! If I can consistently elicit such a response from my readers I will take it!
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That’s the whole point! Bravo.
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Fine writing Olde Punk. Though I am not a fan of rhyme you have created a beautiful “sound” here with the internal placement of your rhyming words.
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Thank you so much! And I appreciate you taking the time to comment 🙏
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Spellbound!
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Thank you very much 🙏
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