>A Shared Desire: Poetry from the Darkened Tales

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A Shared Desire
Poetry from the Darkened Tales

A howl would carry on the wind

that whipped through bones, lay bare and broke,

where slumped against a concrete wall

lay worthless scum the Scarecrow choked.

Yet once this waste was mothers pride,

before a life of drink and dope,

and ravaged arms and needle marks

disguise where once lay parents hope.

The cards are often stacked against

and praise was ever rarely spoke,

he chewed the fat of life’s mistakes

and left them there, these ravaged folk.

She lived through years, a lasting hope,

as times would change and battles fought

but always looked beyond her back 

for time was all her battles brought.

Her age would show within her eyes

as tears would flow and gently soak

and stain the flowing tapestry

where words were sewn and softly spoke.

She felt the warmth of raging flames

then slipped herself from out her cloak,

her body lithe upon the bed

awaiting Scarecrows fumbled grope.

The blood was caked upon his face

when joy would come and with him hope,

she held him close, her talisman,

as Cougar smiled her yearnings woke.


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This poem belongs to the Darkened Tales Series, and has also been shared with One Shot Wednesday, part of One Stop Poetry, which opens tonight at 10pm UK time

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