For Renee who died
in a state of Grace
with forgiveness to
the executioner's face.
To Ross who shall live
in eternal Hell,
tortured by the she-demons
of his mind.
The final circle
is a land of ice.
Abandon hope who
lingers here.
Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them.. It is really as simple as that.
For Renee who died
in a state of Grace
with forgiveness to
the executioner's face.
To Ross who shall live
in eternal Hell,
tortured by the she-demons
of his mind.
The final circle
is a land of ice.
Abandon hope who
lingers here.