Vessel of Silent Death

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Contributor: Ken Allan Dronsfield

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Awakened by a jolt
misty queried fantasy
cold strangled soul
icy grip on the marrow.
Seething under ground
crispy labored breaths
buried alive it seems,
a vessel of silent death.
Life bequeaths a poison,
coolish Vampire decree
I was hated in my day but...
Now, everyone loves me.

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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet from New Hampshire. He enjoys writing from the dark side. His published work can be found at numerous print venues.


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