Sunday, December 24, 2017

Modern Magic: A poem

Hot days, beating down,
burning my eyes,
sun is getting me down.

Dark nights, gonna clown,
burn in hand,
blood moon makes me frown.

I need a ray, not gonna lie,
need to make my day,
winter's come and I got the bye.

Turn two right? I'm gonna die,
Turn two kill hand,
infect killed me with just one guy.