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Boil blood for Byron, bane of logic sound,
In basin built of bone to which flesh of man was bound.
Bleed the stanza sanguine- seeping solemnly,
Onto parchment paper, painting poetry.
Diction`s dripping down, drowning you and me,
Setting simple syntax, scraping sanity,
Lacerating larynx, coaxing crying crowds,
And calling on creeping, weeping, clouds.
Rhythm reverberates in rhyme,
To the poet`s thoracic time,
His huffing, I mean, his bellowing breath,
Until, usurped, his life succumbs to death.
In basin built of bone to which flesh of man was bound.
Bleed the stanza sanguine- seeping solemnly,
Onto parchment paper, painting poetry.
Diction`s dripping down, drowning you and me,
Setting simple syntax, scraping sanity,
Lacerating larynx, coaxing crying crowds,
And calling on creeping, weeping, clouds.
Rhythm reverberates in rhyme,
To the poet`s thoracic time,
His huffing, I mean, his bellowing breath,
Until, usurped, his life succumbs to death.
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I was experimenting with alliteration. Please keep an open mind. Also, it is for # 17 on the 100 Themes Challenge - Blood.
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Very good (: