A lone pearl trembles.
The basilisk eye closes,
weeping its last tear.
Failed conquistadors,
every good man in their tow
drowns in the dry air.
Venom in the dust.
The serpent slinks and recoils.
A vesica pouts.
Not one soldier spared;
a white flag hangs in tatters.
Both sides won the war.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
A lone pearl trembles.
The basilisk eye closes,
weeping its last tear.
Failed conquistadors,
every good man in their tow
drowns in the dry air.
Venom in the dust.
The serpent slinks and recoils.
A vesica pouts.
Not one soldier spared;
a white flag hangs in tatters.
Both sides won the war.
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