Sun of Blood

Contributor: Ken Allan Dronsfield

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The sun drops, a ball afire

temptation swirls in blood

Shakespearean sonnets

whilst rhyme within desire.

Careful whispering hum

pious tout of blasphemy

in the devil's twilight sky

a Sun of Blood is chaste.

The long serial disguise

covet a mask by Ed Gein

as a reddish snow melts a

town is raped of innocence.

A woman hangs in the barn

carved by a demon's praise

lampshades urgently made

from skin of those betrayed.

Lessons discretely shared

by all of this desperate flock

the house razed and burned

Sun of Blood did icily shock.


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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.