Unfinished Landscape

THERE ARE CLOUDS THAT COME AROUND EACH AFTERNOON
HANGING THEIR HEADS
ABOVE THE MAGNOLIA TREE,
DRAWING THE SCENT FROM FLOWERS NOT YET IN BLOOM.
THE SOIL BENEATH THE FOOTPATH SHIFTS,
MAKING ROOM FOR ROOTS TO SPREAD
AND FILL THE EMPTY GROVE.

I THINK THAT I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW TO LOVE.
HOW NICE IT WOULD BE,
TO HAVE SOMEONE TO REMIND ME.

Mini-Challenge: Resurrect, Part III

III.

AND SO YOU ENTER THIS BATTLE--
NOT A GOD AMONGST GODS,
BUT A MAN, LEADING MORTAL MEN.
YOU FIGHT FOR GLORY,
AS THOUGH THAT SWORD
WERE THE KEY TO IMMORTALITY...

HOW I HUNGER FOR YOUR TRAILS OF PRETTY INTESTINES!
TREAD CAREFULLY, AND NOT TOO CLOSE.
A CARNIVEROUS CROW MIGHT SPOT YOUR HEAT,
GNASH HER TEETH
AND DRAIN YOUR HEART OF BLOOD.

IF VICTORY IS WHAT YOU SEEK,
YOU'LL FIND HER KNEELING AT MY FEET.
BUT TURN THE OTHER WAY, AND BE
A NAMELESS CORPSE
A SEVERED HEAD THAT WRONGED ME.

Headliner

SUICIDAL PLANET SEEMS ON DEATH SPIRAL INTO STAR
A TWIST, A TURN, A FALL--AND THERE YOU ARE.


(THIS ONE WAS A RATHER LUKEWARM EFFORT ON THE "NEWS HEADLINE" PROMPT. I GUESS IT DOESN'T REALLY FIT THE MOLD OF A TRADITIONAL COUPLET. OR ANY KIND OF COUPLET?) OH WELL. ON TO BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS.