E N T I T Y
A Poem
Branch-less trees sway in dead gales
on the pursed lips of fanged cliffs.
Conscious yet breathless sentinels
guarding the dark trails of lead veils and red glyphs.
Scrying the sky to summon gravity deficient entities, the trees defiantly
supply local covens with rhythmically omniscient identities.
Bewitching ravens to mingle with white bats disguised as midsummer
doves within the mossy canopies of decaying vegetation,
the mages croon odes to hellhounds with headless cats,
exorcised in saucy black vinegar to feed their dark meditation.
Walking in the strides of shadow, silhouettes smolder with tincture.
Once you realize that your soul must not be made for sale,
then and only then will you be ready to hire a calligrapher
to assist you in drafting a blood-contracted signature.
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Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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You know something after reading a few of your poems, I think, they would make a great book for student actors to practice their art and skills in performing. Your use of vocabulary is superb in my account. Great job.