A coming vengence.
Where thistles grow and
shades of grey colour the skies
a dark heart broods, lost.
When the death bell tolls
and the moon shines bloody red,
they will pay the cost.
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Andy N
Fri 19th Mar 2010 08:20
this is a shorter piece than your previous ones that i've read, kathryn but the language is spot on here.. you should try writing like this more often, stripping it down seems to get it a sharpness.. keep em coming!