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You placed me in my room
through a wall when punched with doom, and on the floor I lie with pain and marks of gloom. I woke to tick tock tick on a ground of cold dank brick, A clock it caught my eye with a face of blood and grit. In the heat my heart it froze when horror it did grow, the gush and ooze of red from the time piece it did flow.
By L. M. Montes
Our love, a ruby crown
On high that soars in the breeze, Grows aloft, But no one ever sees. Through pink cotton mist With rubies above so adorned, Walk with me For our future there is born.
On eagles’ wings we fly
Our souls locked with love For today, today Our love carries us high above. Time’s window of love, everlasting, Passes fleet footed then gone in half minute’s time, Hurry, hasten with me Or remain ever repentant. The joyful village of our hearts, Beyond the beauty glistens, Stay and venture to long lost gifts, For which only you are smitten.
by L. M. Montes
from The Triunix of Time (book 1 in the Time Series)
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In the forest stands a fingered tree,
With leaves and prickles that snatches me, I stop and stare, its spell it casts, And a wind doth blow the strongest blast. Now out I gaze with unmoving eyes, Upon the next victim who saunters by, My leaves they prickle and snatches thee As you pass by the casket tree. By L. M. Montes