Skeleton, Right Next 2 Me. That I'm Worried, Is 4 Certain.
Curtain Closes. My Casket, Now, Unseen.
Gleen, From My Thoughtful 4cast.
Lost N Fear. This Skeleton, This Skeletal Horror Is 4 Real.
Cordial? No. I'm Paralyzed By Brutal Reality.
Slowly, The Skeleton, Acknowledges Me. It Patiently Waited 4 My Attention.
Function, Explained: It Needs Me 2 Totally Conquer This Dimension.
Commotion Of Mind Is Something While I Realize My Typical Disposition.
Conclusion: Agreement Has Me Shaking Hands With This Most Ghoulish Skeleton.
Skeleton.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 23rd, 2023 22:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Who'll Join?
- Category: Fantasy
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