Tips Of Poison
Anguish, the relic of expectation
Fear, a premonition of Doom
Lies, the darts with poison tips
Skeletons in the closet's tomb

Coffin nails are spearheads
Coated with shades of night
Wolvesbane lends the flavor
Of his death's delight

Lines and passages are woven
Between the story's text
Words are the darts tipped with poison
The stanzas are all hexed

Probing the depths of conscious
That doomed emotions conceal
Drops of poison fall
On naked tips of steel

Push now ever slowly
The blade of ending lives
Words are the sharpest daggers
The poison tips of knives 

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StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 5/22/2008 12:59:32 AM
They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Your poem excellently proved that!

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5/22/2003 12:00:00 AM
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