Julius Glasthal Poems
- Silk Soaked In Blood Resting under elms, burning rodents ...
- A Snowy Afternoon I sit and gaze at the legal white powder ...
- The Devil's Game Black shadow broke the gust, left nothing ...
- Can'T Seem To Keep Her Tried and tried to hold on for as long...
- The King's Rule Shake free from the bloodcurdling ...
- Wait She waits for what will land, scared they sleep. ...
- Nature's Revenge Hold the petals of the bloody rose. Scars ...
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Silk Soaked In Blood
Resting under elms, burning rodents scurry
The apparition slowly follows the trail of blood.
To the body of the mother to the roses.
On the verge of the end of sufferance,
She cried for the ravens, she cried for the crows.
Autumn has eaten the trees, the dying leaves
float as for gravity has sinked its teeth into the
exterior of its brown coating.
Choking on her own blood, she leaks out her final
words: 'Silence is alive in the clouds but dead in
She reminds us of what released this plague, her
mind ate as if it were a dish of ...