Ebony's Blade

Chained Dolls Free Verse Poetry

Ebony’s blade awakens under
a tempting moon whispering
melancholy words which terrorize
grace. She blisters in a heat wave
of imperfections, surrendering
to harvesting shadows stealing
her scent. Complex crowns fall
to the wayside while thorns
symphonize with timeless tears.
Ebony’s Blade Copyright © 2014 Anna M. Asbury

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