Caught.
Caught & Terrified.
Dried Bones Underfoot.
Soot Of Constant Air Dirties The Struggling Body Caught.
Caught. Helpless Fear.
Tear After Tear, Falling, While Death Is Brought By The Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: February 25th, 2023 01:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Please Have Fun, My Peerz.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 8
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