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The Fire Burns
Poems
Apr 2018
Dripping Drops
Dripping drops, dripping drops,
a puddle here and there,
crimson and fading to black,
the pinestraw congealing.
The shadowed form stares,
back down the tunneled trees,
a torturous silhouette standing,
moonlight shines, but cannot identify.
A demon loose in the pines,
branching out to barren land,
but returning to his lair,
leaving a luring trail.
Do not follow the dripping drops,
smeared here and there,
if you do, your bones too,
will reside upon the pile.
Written by
The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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