The Succession Poem

Posted on by T. Maxwell-Harrison 
In quick succession

succulent cucumber eye blankets

frosty lager on cold wood 

lingering mildew

morning crisp sunrise

howling headache

redemption from the night

we all gather

into the fold

craven madness spiral tower

Wizards got a mystical flower.

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