Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Lake Vapors

Frigid night
Fuels
Such
Frightening, boiling, vapors
Whisping
From the
Lake’s cauldron
Morning light
Flames the
Steaming
Fogs
Unseen
Witches
Stir fresh water
Into
Potions
Wicked or wonderful
Elixirs brewing to
Strengthen heroes
Weaken tyrants
Cure sickened
Excite Lovers
Curse unworthy
What pay guides
The hands
That
Weave
Morning’s
Spells?


Ken Goree

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