crucifixion Woods. by Blue MedleyThey're is but one maker of mounds
He roams the forest forsaken if sound
So heed my words
Leave him undisturbed
Please just go around.
His horns are sharp, his heart is dark
The sword and bow he carries; black and Stark
Do you see?
Do you see?!
You must flee!
Run with your soul trembling in fear
Your time had come
The mound maker is here 10/16/2017 Posted on 10/16/2017 Copyright © 2024 Blue Medley
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