Three Short Crimson Poems by Teresita Blanco
End by Teresita Blanco As the crimson moon surges, The true hero emerges. No more sympathetic lies, No more steely, ...
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End
by Teresita Blanco
As the crimson moon surges,
The true hero emerges.
No more sympathetic lies,
No more steely, iron eyes.
The end has just begun.
Comes in like a hound.
Sniffing out our pain.
He only found disdain.
Light Your Flame
by Teresita Blanco
The same cold eyes
Makes me shiver.
I cannot stand
Your growing disdain.
My growing fear,
Has bound me.
The distance hides
Your crimson eyes,
They never warm,
They only burn.
Can I light your flame?
Can I end your game?
Growing Hollow
by Teresita Blanco
My eyes grow hollow,
With this sorrow,
Yesterday’s horror,
Is today’s dishonor.
Copyright Teresita Blanco
No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!
No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!
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