Sunday, July 29, 2012


Drowning in the scarlet thunder,
Envy casting forth its bloom.
To disregard the haunting fervor
Reveals the name upon the tomb.

Venom etched into the stonework
Of the stormy splintered wood.
The poison blossom of deception
Burns like fire never could.

The muted thief and blemished wound
Leave the vapor dim and stale.
The dark buds of sedition blood
Mark the path where warriors fail.

The infamy a traitor's curse,
A tempest tinged with bitter haze.
Defector's hatred well rehearsed
Though turncoat errand seldom pays.

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