- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Crystal
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Sacred upon a wooden stand
A Crystal towered in roses band.
As darkness dawned upon its form
A frozen prophecy began to warm.
Seeding fear throughout the night
Yet, floating silent above this fright,
Deceivingly clear, the “glass”, it seemed
Remembering echoes of a scream
When all again did ghast en awe;
When truth, alas, did prove to fall
Pristine amongst the autumn leaves
To paint a portrait of the Kings
With smiles pressed upon their frowns -
Wildly dancing amongst their crowns -
Pining happiness for one and all
To disguise their tears that began to fall.
Each appeared bright and cheerful
Secretly praying for a nightfall
When all again should laugh at ease
And kiss the Prince behind the knees.
But, no one saw that wooden stand
(Perching a crystal in roses band -
With boldness pure and stance so strong)
Blaze to ash in prophecy’s bong!
(Panic knows no form so pure
As when cleansing truths lies obscured
Reveal the horror of prophecy's call
Into the hearts of one and ALL!)
The crystal tumbled onto the floor
(Littered in petals like some whore)
Beseeching the virgin within us all
“Beware, indeed, Nature’s Call!
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