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Click hereSmall sepals little flowers,
larger stamens,
all words that fill My consciousness
what can it be
but deeper swirls of color
as the steps pad slowly inwards
Walk with Me,
whispered the feline to the mouse
smiling benignly
and None believed it
Walk with Me,
in splendour
said the angel to the lass,
and All looked on in awe
as the twain went down the steps.
Walk along with Me
said the devil to the ghost
And all laughed.
But then they ascended
slowly merged
the translucency of the wraith
filled the
fiery red of the awesome one
and Look
He hath no fury
as she claimed what was left
took the dregs
conjured up a shell
Little cymbals clangouring,
peals of sound falling
off the crags
and steppes of His form.
Those sounds reverberate
is that the knell
that sounds the toll?
Whose toll?
certainly not hers
But what of Them
No one ever thought
An unexpected way to turn a tale about
Where the devil gets its due in a most unexpected way.
Another one to read and ponder about
with words like "twain" and "clangouring"
to catch your ear and eye.
Razz! You have so many of these that search the various aspects of this topic and do it so well--you must have a book by now. Ever think of trying to publish it? :)