Last Poem - So Hideous

Lustrous awe

Cradle me

Woe befall

The falsifier

The sights rued

To fall

And scatter

Like the leaves

A shadow

A bond

Reach

Comes to grips

It slips

Comes to grips

It slips

Settled on the wall

Between the ash

Nothing said…

Into the past

A two way mirror

Each utter

Into the past