Madness is a Silent Tomb

Selene wore a blindfold of arcus clouds,
as wrothful winds spawned and sighed,
rippling a monastery sea,
and asperous engrams fell
like cloudbursts of bellicose rain.

Scent of hysteria climbed
cutting through aphonic screams
as terror swelled from his skin,
covering an asylum ocean of crystal nails.

As spider lightning ricocheted in war,
his madness was a silent tomb.

Copyright © 2018 – Brian Nettles. All Rights Reserved

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