Rambling Lunacy II

[BlackDragonSoul]

A joyous tide of mystic desire,
A burning touch, soul on fire.
Chances taken, moves unmade.
Blatant insults, broken slate.
Greedy fingers,
Grubby hands,
An act of justice,
One demands.
Notes are written,
Signed in blood,
Foolish victims,
Drown in mud.
Creepy crawlers spreading plague.
Forgotten memories, uncertain, vague.
Flock of seagulls,
Murder of crows,
Which it will be,
God only knows.
Time is a window. Death is a door.
All is now needed. No less, and no more.
:devil:

[BrokenNeckBoy]

at first. i thought this poem would have kink.

and.

it isnt really as loony as you presented it.

it has a certain theme.

almost love gone sour.

but.

bravo.

[BlackDragonSoul]

Broken,

Thanks for the critique. Then again, opinions vary. They are one of the many things that separate us from one another. But I do appreciate your constructive criticism nevertheless.

BDS:devil: