Caves of willows ransom reason
dusted in such grimmer season.
Soft as knotted hopes implore,
harsh scream of treason's deft ignore
in dungeons grip of nevermore.
Where riper blood does call as stanchion,
thief of heartbeats lancing passion.
Drifting in a sea of rapture;
clandestine hope, rested capture
greedy grip of stilted master.
Dimmer sun simmers stolen sky,
cast in bright and his bronze of eye.
Where talons rake much deeper groove
than greedy whispers dare to soothe
and angled pathway does improve.
Drip of life to paint his canvas
tremors quake in wicked anguish.
Sold as slave for golden token,
set adrift on oily ocean;
lost to thirst, left craving potion.
Hungry sea's cruel lust does linger
gouging eye with ancient finger.
Swollen bodies flesh conformed
as innuendo best ignored;
cruel beast as brethren, breath restored.
Sunk in arms of careful spinning,
giving up all dare of winning.
Breach sear of salt to mingle vein,
cradled dear in such thirsty pain;
released in rusted drops of rain.
Rapt in calm of his crystal sea,
struggle ceases, in stormed belief.
Gold trophy winner
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