Eulogy Poem by precia liz

Parched, dry mouth
and the drench of your treachery,
there your pygmy head
under my purple shoes

Moths on the pyre
bleeds your mauve wounds
für immer und für immer
flames will follow

Distorted ego
and pompous face
behind your charred corpse
as kittens in pain

Bitter black blood
sweeps your throne
and your granted will
relishes in laughter past

The careful steps
trailing to doom
as your rusted kingdom
in the lies of your vacuum

The empty stomachs
will haunt your infliction
and in the silence of epochs
behold me on the cliff.