This is my entry for the Poetry Slam Challenge #3, subject being Acrostic poetry.
Details can be found at the following post (link).
The Mark of Cain
Not that I am one to brag, but mine's a tale that must be told
As legend has preceded me, when I was born I broke the mould
Queens have sat before my feet, Kings have thrown me all their gold
Understand that this is who I am, I will never come in from the cold
Of curses known I bear them all, my soul is marked with stains
You will cower at the thought of me for I am a bringer of so much pain
Abel is this cross I bear as I walk the path of Cain
All photos are from my own collection.
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