Torrid Nights

Torrid nights replace the days
Lovers hearts amidst the haze
Broken in so many ways
What hope for Soldier Blue

Dancing with the Reaper Grim
Stainless steel and lead within
Wine to mask the bloody sin
Now finally Soldier True

One more glass before the crime
Will reason enter just in time
And in the daylight who will find
Must think this through so well

Alas my mind I can't make up
I think I'll just refill my cup
Afore this monster dost erupt
And takes me straight to Hell


J.W. Boswell
Copyright 2015

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