Death.

A companionable thought
a desirable promise
with a touch like the snake,
scales cool and grasp tight.

Robes built of the dark,
horns gleaming and razor sharp.

Wings of burning screams
face of innocent laughter,
a menagerie of color;
of sound
of taste

And of sensation.


(C) Annie Crete (Laoch) 2011 (id:775553); see the link via my profile.

Written for WCC January over on the Review Game forum. See the link via my profile. Please remember to stop by and vote for your favorite between the 8th and 14th.

Revised 07/01/12