Nepenthe

Riding eloquent rhymes of old,

Upon a horse garbed in gold;

Laconic moments we ponder.

 

To keep count of starry nights

Amidst laughing bedside termites;

Lullabies in somnolent beats.

 

Belated claps and cacophony

Mind’s eye moves in harmony;

Ghouls of tomorrow wander.

 

Sordid souls rest upon a cliff

Adorned in morbid verses stiff;

Nepenthe days and our poetry.