David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,048 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The Cloak - Poem by David McLansky

The Cloak

Give to me
Your web of sorrow
And I will weave it
On the morrow
Into a cloth of shimmering gold
Interlaced with spells of old,
Chants against the days of sadness,
Armor for the days of madness;
Protecting hearts not meant to be
Stunned by life's harsh threnody.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 5, 2013


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