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Blood to Dust

This flower’s life cut short
dying in the lonesome wild
blood lust for beauty’s bloom
bud to dust the withering child

an evil seed the winds transport
blood and breath so soft and mild
‘till passions slip the lips contort
blood to dust the whimpering child

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  • Pandoras-Box555
    November 13
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    Very good. Very deep. I love the repetition at the end.


  • arafura gold member
    October 30
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    Very good. Certainly a bit different to your usual style. Very effective!


  • just mercedes gold member
    October 30

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    Oh my. This is dark and lovely. Not your usual lightness. I like the repetition/change in the stanzas' final lines, the funereal beat of the meter.

    Best of luck in the contest.