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Poet, Essayist, Story Teller
Ariel M. Guerrero
THE INVOCATION PT 1
Nervous hands perform the rite
Whispering dreadful words
Midnight moon holds blinding white
It showers the hooded herd
Cinematic shadows cast by trees
Bodies initiate the kneel
Faint sound of footsteeps in the leaves
Rumbling sorrow to feel
Nightfall Approaches
Nightfall approaches
Alas, embrace impending blunders
Perception of one self
Entirely forsaken tonight
Cherry-eyes envelop everything
everyone...
Their gaze attached to naked limbs
Screaming lips beg to be touched
For tomorrow they will be silent
Sunrise calls for the shielding...
the reserve
Yet dancing legs burn and glisten
Ears recieve sweet, sweet promise
Glitter darlings and monotone boys
Roam free
Generation repeat
As nightfall approaches
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