I bleed… I reach the end of things

Copyright – Janet Webb

I pour my lifeblood in a chalice

to satiate your thirst for my pain,

and rid me off my malignant malice,

sipping through this aged champagne,

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renewal it is, a life anew would rise,

as we take these steps apart away,

but leaving a scar within my disguise,

from where I bleed for you, my Frey,

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I walk on to reach the volatile valley,

where I can shed myself to tethers,

here waits for me my last galley,

blazed in a fury, thawing my feathers,

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this is the end, the end of things,

the final words of my dirge rings

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A 100 word poem for Friday Fictioneers.