Poem: Hard way left

A pill so crude stabs the heart;
A thrill stripped nude the canny darts;
Ark unshakeable, the myth so stiff;
Actions unpleasant, tales unfolds;
Accordance of sorrow belched into cold.

Betimes the mourning dawn conceives;
Betimes the morning drown her shields;
Bark unclothed its honey so sour;
Beats in piles of soothing herbs;
Beauty of the hale of thorns.

Catering strength tossed by the hammer;
Capturing sighs from a nail murmur;
Culture differs by less of a mile;
Cringing dangle as trinket melts;
Crinkled angle of tramping earths...

By Johnnygan (Beryl Ace)