Beneath the earth where violet lilies grow -
Macabre hands fold across a gaunt chest.
Golden ring lies limply on a skeletal digit.
Pristine black suit now tattered from years,
saturated with mold and feasting worms -
Beneath the earth where violet lilies grow.
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wow...great imagery. Very descriptive and great word choices. An enjoyable read.
interesting! could you read my new poems too? specially, American Gothic. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like a portrait rhyme like a chime! My rgds! !