12th Oct’17 ~by Venkat
Corners curl, covered chameleons
Crumple cliches, clouds clone
Clock clawed, chirps cease
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
From wetlands deep he slunk, emerged
with all the marshlands in his grasp.
Marching west, his army surged
to cast out the people. So came the asp,
contempt in his hollow, ashen heart,
blind beasts in tow. They screech and bellow
his taken name, the seductive Carrow,
Bringer of Glory and breaker of hearts.