Is cruel

The way she

Warps truth, forges

Scars in nimble hearts

Moderates intellect

With faithless innuendo

Under her portentous spell

I have worn both the shame of scandal

And the virtue of posthumous savior

Any madness intrinsic in my psyche

She has heightened to such a degree

As to leave me fiercely deranged

Even death would disavow

One such as I’ve become

A stray scavenging

Nostalgia in

Search of a

Dream long



This is my first ever attempt at an Etheree I got the idea from the supremely talented (if you want to see how it is really done check them out!)

B.G. Bowers and Melanie Blackwell

This submission is for

Poet’s United