Poetry Challenge – 9 words

Another challenge met, this time on ButchFemmeDance.com I hope you like it.

tomorrow, far, sting, pure, gentle, tale, edge, mark, abstract

Far away,
on the edge of tomorrow
hy sits.
Looking at the mark
abstract yet defined
its meaning clear.
The tale it tells
reminiscent of sacrifices,
knives, fire and passion.
Gentle into the darkness
hy wanders.
Like a quest-driven knight
for that which is pure.
Till the bitter sting
of tears compels hym
to succumb to her every whim.

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