Necromancer’s Folly

Grey storm clouds
of divine wrath

a lightening bolt
precisely hits
to the heart

into the blood
and nerves
out to an
electrical graph.

A thunder clap of
direct messaging
that shakes the

They will have
their way
The Way
or else silence.

Was it enough
to penetrate
thick stubbornness
that hides cowardice
that masks as hatred
mistrust and disdain
when it is in fact


The indulgent comfort of
a self made
chained prison
of fetid
postulating piety
but it is not


Their punishment
for keeping a lover
that they
did not intend.




Photo by Max LaRochelle on Unsplash



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