The Judge, a poem for the forsaken

Photo by Lucidity Lamb

Hello my demon friends and foes.

I’ve come to offer you this rose.

Salty iron, red with love,

Dripping beauty, tears, and blood.


Death is dreaming, soon to waken.

Life is barren and forsaken.

Plead with me for scales unweighted.

No judge blinded, decided, jaded.


Within the world of whispers quiet,

Without the verbal pulpit pilots,

Where only pride is price to paupers,

Patience cannot pause the stalker.


The knife says guilty, true or not.

Ghostly ashes mark the spot.

Cluttered boney closets opened.

Promises of freedom broken.


Goodbye demon friends and foes.

Your letter for lenience opposed,

I’ll drag you down this jagged stone.

Wasted soul, unloved, disowned.

Photo by Lucidity Lamb
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