A Fortune in Chains.

One two
And counted few,
Are carrying a fortune in chains
Surrendered not such gold
And oiled copper,
Where the tiger at the reigns
Debates carrion against
Son and daughter.
Scrubbing for salt thin under thumb,
I am here past when you are gone.

Categories: Art, Culture, horror, illustration, Poetry, WritingTags: , , , , , ,

1 comment

  1. Another enigmatic and clever piece. I really like your poetry. ❤

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