"parlays" poems
Caught in the clutches of the spindle
my party parlays its way through, ever increasing
grips of madness, fear of becoming overtaken
by the darkness.
Is this a metaphor?
Or, is this a game?
We are in a dungeon, deep, destroying
lest we are kicked for floundering.
The spiders spindle down from the roofs of this cavern.
Slowly descending, thirsty for blood.
My magic is powerless
My blood is becoming the feast
"Feed us your blood." The haunting thought reverberates throughout.
In the cradle of shadows.
Hides a man named Walks-In-Ash.
His face is the last I see as all fades to darkness.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
Shattered verse flying blindly around what began as simple souls playing & plying out new roles
Tethered tenors belting blame,while separate sopranos stand ready for even more ridicules
Ordinarily tepid ,tactful & tasteful this pair now parlays quips as they rake each other onto the coals
Possibly losing a link for rational ways to think ,madness rests on the brink ,corruption now rules
Belching Baritone rumbles as altos rising falling like anvils upon heated mates ,neither wanting to lose.
While appeasement would be mutually appealing virility hastens neutrality and is for quitters
Third parties agree aghast at how fast names have been abused in haste not seeing each others views
Greatly escalated no longer simmering ,impassioned people lay stake foundations developing fissures.
One with a wallet another with a purse,contents within seems a ready reason for bellowing this curse
Once famous friends now seeing a need ,drawing an invisible line just to better present their own case of the lesser crime
Bold bass blindly blames with rambling range while tethered alto's allegations are relayed in strong verse
Operating like an opera, primo uomo over riding Prima Donna their rage on a stage with a familiar rhyme.
Knowing personal need must be set aside with certain speed has become part of their new pitch
Understanding what has become wrong with that old song will take the new seat with themselves as the predominant audience
Future meetings must become legit greetings ,no groaning but growing ,the weight of the new scales making them rich
Scaled back from punk,slash hate metal to soothing richness of religious chants ,beautiful duets their new guidance .R.C.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC