Poem – “The Crowd of Warning” – Romance

You had taken the stage by heart,With only a portrait in arms.And a face full of gold,That you'd be admired for the priests.Though, their craving for silver,Is their serpentine fetish. A stage where there is rotten flesh.Music drenched in agony,And a memory washed in blood.You flashed a breast before the crowd,And made a wicked mark,With… Continue reading Poem – “The Crowd of Warning” – Romance