There exists an abyss unbeknownst to most
Have you heard its call or seen its ghost?
Should one claim mastery of the breathing beyond
Outer horrors would govern to respond
How could one assert such conceit?
When they are tricked by its mercurial deceit
As he who claims himself most wise
But dismayed when truth befalls his eyes
Watchers have seen only its wake
But retold of its horrible shape
And passed their jester crowns down
To let arrogance submerge town after town
31/05/2022
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Author:
A.B. Jakobsen (
Offline) - Published: May 31st, 2022 16:21
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Comments2
Perfect! A+
Thank you! I am happy that you liked it!
Gothic in taste, loved this!
It never occurred to me while writing it, but after your comment I can see what you mean. I am glad that you liked it!
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