Poem #10 – Fog

FogĀ 

Clawing through the bitter haze,
they surround his decaying flesh.

Tainted by Hades’ breath;
Nightwatchers greets him with Devil’s kiss.

A gurgle from his gullet.
A breach in his eyes.

He awaits for Moonstone’s blush
to hand him Angel’s prize.

– Charlotte T.

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