Wrote a new poem. Seems like it's been 5 millenia since the last time I wrote one. Here it is.
Ambush
Will there be no soft goodbye?
No blows rain down to extinguish a life.
Only a painfully swift strike.
No cries issue forth from the pallor form.
Only a choked, blood-spewing gag.
Screams ring.
Once a cloud of midnight,
now a miasma of nightshade.
The mantis preying upon the butterfly.
No time for a soft goodbye.
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