The Blood of the Lost Poets (The Society On Da Run #33)
By Nipaporn Baldwin
Published by Geppetto Garten/Nipaporn Baldwin at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 by Nipaporn Baldwin
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The Blood of the Lost Poets
ITALIA, 1637
The feathered quill pen dropped blotches of ink
And this ink coagulated into the sturdy blood of poets
Their work, their dreams, and the lives they poured upon this literature land
Was forcefully harvested by those whom wish to distill
The blood of the Poets runs strong among the pages
And the tip of the candle has it's flame
Where it endlessly mocks the Last Poet's dreams
His poetry became their poetry
His hand became their hands
And the pages browned with age
And the ink ran dry
He wandered among the ancient page
Where he found the lost Poets starving in their blood
The Blood of the Lost Poets Redeux
FRANCE, 1639
He mashed their words with a dagger-tipped quill
Their eyes were in disbelief as he threw away their dreams and achievements
He said they belonged in their hell, soaking up their own blood,
Unable to build upon each other’s originality,
He said it was a disgrace
The real poets he knew were now soaking in their own negativity
He had to awaken the new blood of the next generation
and teach them the ways once-passed
Things must change for the genre of poetry