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Caveat Lector Poetry Contest: Honorable Mention Sibyl Taylor |
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The Door Knock if you will but do not linger There is no one here but ghosts You may not pause to catch your breath You may not enter You may not leave A shock of red fabric bursts into view It's quickly painted with sand and flame Pounded and shredded Under thundering hooves Knock if you must but do not linger This place is dark, deep and unyielding |
Dust-blown straw that swirls and tangles Higher and higher toward his jutting jaw A hissing spark and the grass is alight A deep-throated roar of pent-up rage Glistening back below massive horns And just as suddenly he is gone Now there are only dried out bones An empty skull with jaw agape The hacking cough that suffocates The shroud that leaves you gasping ***
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