Chicken Scratch

Delicious,
red rope licorice,
really
rolls off the tongue.



Basking in the moonlight,
makes for,
melancholy
nightmares.



Wine,
dine,
sleepy time,
only to awake
love drunk.



Two trails,
one horrendous path.

Greener pastures on one,
while the other is hideously exposed.

Guess which one I follow?



The lovely bones,
continue to corrupt.

Pick your poison
and follow me to the ends of the earth.

He would die for me,
as I for him,
but what of those others?

The prickly paths,
prove their worth,
for a lass holds power,
over the beholder.