The grave is warm which holds the thing that called in voices not its own
The grave is warm with blood of the sea that seeps and courses in earthly bone
When one is lost in the yonder blue
We warn the living with a poem told
Burn your dead, bury em’ out of view
And pray for their grave to be oh so cold
23 August, 2024
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Author:
A.B. Jakobs (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem written by the locals that migrated from the town in which the events in the \\\"The Grave of Douglas Enoch\\\" poem took place. A folk poem written with the intention of warning future generations of their own folly.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
i really liked the switch from an a to a rhyme to an a to b rhyme
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