January 10th, 2023
Ode to death Victor, by d.s.l.

Across the window glass

The wind hurls its face to mine

Over clear plains laid on their side

Gallops the legs of rain to pass

Twirled in the faint and windy night

Light of moons robe over this room

Shadows of flowers on cradled rest, perfectly bloomed

Beauty darken curls, hair of my July

Mourn to the ode of death Victor

Over across the Appalachian

Sun lays rest to love’s patience

Swift cross hades to past days' door

Caught to surprise of poet’s cries 

Vanish the gods of tears today

Whisper for taste of words unsaid

Of songs to hearts which love won’t die