A gift wrapped prose
of undraped words
to confabulate or obfuscate
An incantation in every metre
It conjures a spell
on those that dwell
by their torpid state
in somnolent walls of each stanza
Never counts its lines
nor vocalize what rhymes, openly
'cause you won't ever tell
that you're in hell with the Devil's poetry.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
A gift wrapped prose
of undraped words
to confabulate or obfuscate
An incantation in every metre
It conjures a spell
on those that dwell
by their torpid state
in somnolent walls of each stanza
Never counts its lines
nor vocalize what rhymes, openly
'cause you won't ever tell
that you're in hell with the Devil's poetry.
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