The White Devil Poem by Leslie Philibert

The White Devil



my soul
like to a ship in a black storm
is driven, I know not whither...


acted to the souls of donkeys
in a winter night of smoke
years asleep

Viola Tree and Cedric Hardwicke

still undamaged the glass of revenge

Thursday, January 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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