Mistletoe

Mistletoe shimmersWhere once was my heart.Silver leaves of coldFreeze my thoughts.Mistletoe poisonRuns in my blood,And darkness fallsOn my broken chest. Mistletoe brightensThe gloomiest days,Bringing joy to the wise,Crowning the kings.Mistletoe bleedsThe brightest of hearts,And spring shall comeNevermore. Mistletoe makesThe finest arrows and darts,When it’s malice thatGives thought to the making.Mistletoe kissesThe life goodbyeGiving it asContinue reading “Mistletoe”

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