The Dark Itself Poem by james watkin

The Dark Itself



For what of their smilings, lanterned
It cannot abide
The dark itself, from their cheer
In wanting to hide

Departs, with a demon's scowl
A demon's sly haste
To usurp some other tree's
Outfacing distaste.

Monday, April 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: lanterne,tree
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james watkin

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