A Corpus Shell

Trapped within a corpus shell spread against a sought living hell
seek for the furtherance of a vile trance spent upon each other
sought back the intense Timber Wolf onto the extreme you know wht I mean
there was terror in their thick brown eyes a passing trance to stay alive..

Buckingham palace whisked away the drama from the uncertain stage,
her name was Ellsa be not afraid grabbing for things as a tender maid
guard with each reflect of the eye in the sought after passerby
look deeo in the woods a sought scream felt in the air for one to singulary care

dream deep through the woods at night in the morning we shall seek to fly a kit
onto the Timber Wolf, leading one to never depart from the April star a trusted known bar
plagued in the loom of a magical room tarnished beneath the sheets fetters to reach
some soap opra from the leading edge coast in the land of make believe

risking ever further leads one to wonder showcast blunder
time will tell of the blatant foly destined to rule
sharpen your arrow against the plagued wind one needs to depend
a current draft above the mistletoe...

breath deep my lulabye friend

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country

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