Dancing by knife point

by - Mr. Darcy   Oct 3, 2017


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In between elastic ticks,

Night time contorts this bed.

Smouldering its wicked wick,

On endless razor thread. . .

Manic curls a thinning smile,

Night's where he likes to dance;

It's death by breath, so salty vile. . .

Awake. . . I weep, upon his Lance.

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Note: This is an acrostic form.

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© 2017 - Mr. Darcy

* Thx Hellon, for the edits.

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  • 3 days ago

    by Paul Hirst

    Well penned well deserved win

  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on this much deserved win Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by Free verse

    Congratulations, Mr. Darcy

  • 1 week ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Congrats Mr Darcy!!

  • 1 week ago

    by Michael

    Congratulations Mr D
    clever acrostic!

    Michael :)

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