The writer is a murderer
of sorts and in ways
beautifully vicious and imaginative
for any soul can become a character
in a tale or story inked
how one can be reduced
ridiculed and killed
in the less than kindest of ways
the writer may be alive or dead
within their own works
gods, angels, fairies
the tulip kiss of a morning dew
hides nothing, except the turn of a page
the next victim, next revenge
be kind to the writer
understand their ways
less you be the next loss written
in a shallow grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem.... touching expressionism...top score