LIVING MEMORIES FROM A DEAD LAND

Posted: February 3, 2016 in Dark Poetry

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We lay on the grimy,black beach
Watched the water reflect the sky many-mooned
Dreaming dreams beyond our reach
As divers dove and crickets crooned

There we lay,mostly bare,Bomon and I
Luckless and lovestruck striplings of the spills
Clutching firmly to joys on which we could rely
The crowded beach with its many thrills

The divers dove into the water
Arose, drenched in the pool of poisoned blood
The clan had killed their only daughter
To avenge an invisible god

We held on happily to our fond memories
Determined that the more the poison spread
The more we secured our treasuries
So that the hearts lived with the land dead.

Otbor.

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