Short poems

a calm solemn nod

lips in ephemeral smile

her blade reached his guts

 

 

zenith of your life

accomplished in the shadows

thank you, unknown spy

 

 

midnight shadows dance

swaying to a trance

of mournful peace ’til he appeared

vermillion, crimson, red

a grin inspiring dread

and all the things the shadows feared

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