Poisoned Amethyst Poem by Leslie Xavier

Poisoned Amethyst



It rained at last,
bringing with it,
the slime, blood
and corrupt love.

It turned dark finally,
ushering in a world,
the ghosts, pain
and kiss of death.

I reach the doors,
beyond which I see,
rivers of red, bliss
and shots of sleep.

I dote on them,
my long lost friends,
I've none but you;
my poisoned Amethyst left me sore.

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