He who knows of the black hole,
Shall come forth and sacrifice there soul.
She who doesn't, shall wear a fleece as black as coal,
Scurry and subside themselves, as would they do a mole.
The individual who knows of the black hole,
Shall decimate as if a smoldering sole.
A foot, careful, not to stride too deep,
Or be swallowed into the black hole, steep, underneath.
Bluntly decay like the green of a forest, or as would do a leaf,
Not a nice sight to bear, nor nice to reap.
Swallowed up by the black hole, and forever reside in grief.
What's the first (1st) thought that came across you're mind when you finished reading this poem?
Comments
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you have a nice flow
I can see alot of macabre imagery, which I like
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uhmm. . .
The first thing was you probly been thru alot and this is yo way of show'n it. but it was good.
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