Lenore’s Lust – A Poem

The frost sets upon this night,
the suns glare scorches the barren land,
a cold snap rattles the bones,
an inner fire, a glowing soul,
This being,
Her insight astounds,
The Dementia surrounds,
This insanity spreads like wildfire.
It, is then, at this very moment,
Through the dark, gray ominous clouds,
you see the star,
Shining where one should not.
That is how,
How you know,
you’ve found the comfort,
of a long cherished friend.

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