Pride sits
on a broken throne
in its hands, a tiny
shiny blue alphabet
Pride howls
alone on its throne
in the wee
hours full of bluster and bite
Pride clings
to its slippery throne
ringed by
angry fires
listening to the fiddler
Another for National Poetry Month, the subject is from Real Toads, where they suggested we write about the seven vices or virtues.
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