This is the lesson of you,
Oh, the things you do teach–
Wearing your blue mantle
Lined in blackness
With your crooked fingers
Tipped in painted red do you reach
Ripping out hearts
Adding to a collection
You keep in a box.
Until the day of the dead,
When you light your fake fires
And scented candles,
Spread your blanket
For the time to admire
All hearts in the box of your collection,
Chant your incantations and prayers
To La Muerte for protection
From the evil you spread
And La Llorona for aid
Searching for the newest victim
From whom your red tipped claws long to rip a heart.
I loved your work today. The artwork and words were amazing.
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Thank you for your kind words. I am pleased you found it so.
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I was glad too and you are welcome dear Annette.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
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Thank you. I’m honored.
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It is my honor dear Annette. You are welcome and I enjoyed your work.
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