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crucifixion Woods.

by Blue Medley

They'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

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/16/17 at 04:36 PM

Nicely put, and quite original. Thanks for posting.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/20/17 at 07:54 PM

Mound maker is a unique phrase. Good tension created here and fair warning. Thanks!

Posted by Rob Littler on 10/21/17 at 09:23 AM

almond joys have nuts mounds don't

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