Untitled Dark Poem #10

Blank papers
dreams
landscapes I build upon.
Some
tinged with hues of red;
madness rips
laughter grips
tides turn
screams abound
monsters dance within.
Grim faced
mourners gather
dig the coffin deep
rain pours down
blinding curtain
heavy scent of lavender.
Dame Death
dressed in crepe black
boney hand gathers her gown
regal
final
she leads the way
to the final mad party
the one in Hell.
©Oct. 12/21
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