21 January 2015


I woke from a dream when I heard a scream
      where it echoed in my head
I became the host to the local ghost
      and the voices of the dead

One has to admire my passion and fire
      takes you to great highs and lows
One must beware the creature of despair
      watch for its eyes 'cause they glow

It's on a whim I searched for the Grimm
      and then I took my last breath
Lost anxiety for society
      I left holding hands with Death

Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince
Triquantrain Poem

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