Oh you lucky blog readers! I have been feeling so creative these past few days that I thought I would treat you to one of my many poems. One Day I shall be published. And then you can read books and books of my poems!
autumn into winter grimly fades
I sit beneath this skeletal tree
that reaches with clutching, gnarlèd bough
t'wards a cold and distant morning sun
spy the pantomime of twisted shades
that writhe and perform fell mummery
condemned to their reel by broken vow
their danse macabre will never be done
I can't help but smile; I sip my Möet
too glad to make melancholy poet
my laugh startles the carrion crow
I'll ne'er be a Lovecraft or a Poe
and the spirits hear my joyous peal
turn their eyes on me but caper on
driven by the wail of some dread flute
a carved thigh-bone of a giant man
O, bemoan the anguish that you feel!
-who linger still when you should be gone
ensnared by some devil's pleasant suit
to please the whim of demented Pan
I can't help but smile; I sip my wine
who could mourn on a morning so fine?
the crow decries as it soars aloft
I'll ne'er be a Poe or a Lovecraft
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