lust for literature

The priest said all he had to say;

believed her bones in place would stay.

So it caused him much dismay

when her corpse up and danced away.

The grave released its captive pearl;

away in darkness she did whirl,

smiling with what’s left of lips,

wisps of hair and swaying hips…

Ashen skin and still of heart,

pale glass eyes reflect

the lust for life that brought her back for

more stories to collect.


© David Rynes and King David’s Tattoo, 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


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