Saturday Rhymers Club (Remove filter)
DANSE MACABRE
The Angel of Death was dancing
in a veil of gossamer grey,
close by her side the Grim Reaper pressed
as night faded into day.
He grinned through his hood like a gentleman should
while her wings caught the light of the moon;
like shattered glass in a ravaged dawn
they sparkled then faded away.
Saturday 20th October 2018 10:03 pm
Recent Comments
Sunshine on An apology
4 hours ago
Sunshine on Comedy of errors
4 hours ago
Sunshine on Towards a brighter future
4 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Eradicating an old flame pain
5 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Eradicating an old flame pain
5 hours ago
David RL Moore on Eradicating an old flame pain
5 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on song of pure desperation.
5 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Gone Girl
5 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Breathe
5 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Preferences in attendance
6 hours ago