Brood Cycle by Jay Davis

***NOTE: This is actually a collection of haikus that I wrote about eight months ago. Each stands on its own. ;-)***

Floating in Crimson -
A Macabre fantasy, or
Stark reality?

Poets, lunatics
They grasp intangible dreams
Translating for all.

Black Markings on White
Screaming silently at all
Not to be erased.

Death is the portal
To either something Blissful
Or quite Damnable.

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