Belling The Dark Horse

My Achilles' heel
is a heart of stone
my albatross
counts her eggs

Drastic times call
in your court
for midnight oil
and brass hearts

Drastic measures
become crossroads
while choices kill two
birds riding a dead horse

I must admit this is the most nonsensical thing I've ever written.  It's not deep with a mysterious hidden meaning.  It's probably not what the prompter intended but I had fun!  Which is better, by the way, than having two in the bush.  I have read it aloud enough that it seems there is method to my madness.  I will dance to these words 'til the cows come home.

Thanks, Bjorn.  Join me and them at dVerse Poets Pub