The Gardener
11 Dec 2022
“Who is speaking?” Ogre I know.
“Hateful words”, somewhere below.
I , devil unwise,
Spoke regretful thought,
Stat surprised.
“Lost dark-heathen”, show me your marque.
“Dawn cry-scent blackened”, Beelzebub harked.
“Experience forgetter, thorn ever-last,”
“Asthmatic throb, last-pain-filled gasp.”
“Lucifer, foul-blossom, demon-on-hold,
Craven brass, once claimed true gold.
Alchemist silver, tied at my bow,
Exorcist arrow-rain, will, your way flow.”
Let me lie peaceful, eternal my own.
Fiend away, leave my wooden door home.
Wolf heed us laden, stay further encore.
Peonies, roses, quiet my core!
Forgotten the devil .