I now awaken..in ground forsaken..
Brushing dirt..away
One thousand years..
Ten million tears..
Yet...now comes my day
I remember...multitudes
Sharpened sticks...some cloves
Scythes with eyes...the wielders
Ignorant..who wove
The spell...
Caught by one...true learned in other ..
Foolish I...my slip
Sister's two..plus one I knew
Thus loosed..did I...my grip
For awhile
Witches lost..grown old and died...
The young...know not the peril
Ancient times...forgotten rhymes
Believe me...
I'm still feral
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 30th, 2024 18:12
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Excellent work.
Your poem is seriously amazing ✨
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