Elite Scrimmage

Crimson moon

scuttled dark

tempers flare

short

walk away quickly

before

death does come

he is tired

of waiting in the corner.

Leaning upon his scythe

waiting

dreaming for the time

when you will fuck up

think without care

speak without reason

as I listen

wondering

head cocked to the side

how much further do you dare?

Push me

tempt me

keys pressed violently

deep breath

control the red dimmed vision

you ninny

dancing around

ape like

only

they are smarter.

Tarnished copper crown

falls

rolling through dusted floors

crocodile tears

ranting

how this is so undeserved

how could we be so mean

how could we be……

medieval like

as his head does roll

right to my boot toe

I just smile

death always did like

a good game of soccer.

©March 30/20

Picture via Pinterst

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