Little folks
Living in a shire
Enjoying chats
Around the fire
Never thought they`d be
Enslaved
Or their land would be inva-
-ded, homes raided
Never imagined the hate
Directed their way
Or the coming
End of an age
That`s all fiction
They told themselves
Just like the Red Book
Sitting on shelves
In bookstores throughout the land
There`s no such thing
As a hidden hand
The depths of evil
Incomprehensible
When one doesn`t look
Within
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2024 00:51
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Comments1
A metaphor within a fiction becomes well encased and gives one pause in thought
Thanks, Soren. The rhymes have been getting heavy recently. I guess I need to lighten up a little!
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