The Henchmen of a Midnight Bible

Hordes of henchmen huddle forth

Amassed en route to the north

Foragers aware of the soil moist

Breaking bread but not by choice

Indignant to the acts be done

By hammer falls the glassed rung

Turning eyes from damage sung

Clearing conscience of violence by hand

As hands be tied, they are but pawns

By slippered slopes the grave doth turn

Unfettered folds of serpents churn

Wriggling round the brackish beguiled

Strapped to wood amidst the minds denial

Prayers in voice unknown to most

Repeat of straps berate for cost

A penalty for their part in a war not yet lost

Blackening the skin

Drowning in sin

Catching breath as throats plagued by fire

To weathered ends, moral men bend in ire

Darkened dungeon ways ransack

With blossomed greys pinned down black

The beasts & dragons obey; attack

Solidified by stones of clay

To rest upon worms of prey

To remain unconscious of the damage spurred

Peons dream what might be should damage be incurred

For freedom liberties repeal

To bind your dears a Shangri-La that’s real

In times of piracy the wills undone

Corrupted by the forces of a blackened sun

Near a midnight bible stays

A sphere of influential waves

With uncanny knack arranging sound

Into patterns you knead to hear

No matter time, no matter fear

The weakened captive eventually releases ground

An exonerating shield

For the true nature you’ve revealed

Water-board

Crested spore

Ennui can’t wait no more

Water-board

Crested spore

Never shall the actions be report

In this game of tactical sport

To whom the answers go

Is not for you or I to know

Perhaps secrecies, as mere mortals,

Hold details we aren’t meant to learn

Perhaps privacy is an element of concern

Perhaps some things we should choose to ignore

Like the Hordes of henchmen

Huddled forth

Breaking bread

With a devil

That’s different than before

White-washed

Born a concrete grey

Over time

She’s changed her rhyme

To look the way she does today

Blankets of snowy doves

Crisco tufts matted by

Cretaceous gloves

And candent eyes

A Portrait of opalescent love

As moments fade

Apologies acclimate

Taking its time to achromatize

Glances seem to elucidate

A lustrous enlightenment-justified

Chaste yet overtly plain

Rivers milky-cream

Possessed by vanilla’s uninterrupted power

In this, the beginning of what may be, the purest hour

Where sallow hearts share their deepest dreams

An Assault on Rhyme

Just had an idea to try to write something where every line ended with a rhyme of the line before.  I probably could have done a much better job with it, but as I always do, I just let my mind go with it.  The result isn't what I was looking for, in the least bit, but thought I'd share anyhow.

 In a Flitter

Our young sitter

 Is so Bitter

That the boyfriend of her dear sister

Betrayed her bad when he tricked her,

Using that poor girl, that temptress trickster,

Who probably told her he loved her before he did her,

To which in anger chose the sitter,

To take this case to the jury of twitter

 She came right out and declared, “Just because you appear to be richer

Doesn’t mean you’re really richer

You do know all that’s gold doesn’t always glitter

How big you are to cheat on my twin sister,

Then go to your boys to brag while you pick up the one-hitter,

But I’m sure you conveniently forgot to mention those blisters,

Oh, you didn’t know, well I got the same doctor as that double-fister,

You should pay closer attention instead of only slither,

Better go to the doctor now before it withers,

And don’t even think about crawling back to her,

You’re nothing but a zero and she’s an A-lister”

All this as the baby critters

Also chose to make so much litter