Slowly he craws his song out into the night,
sending shivers down my spine.
black feathers sweap past my face
cold eyes stare into mine.
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Author:
mick (
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Nice start, waiting for the finished version 😉
I too look forward the more of this poem! I like the picture you've painted in it, but it is chilling....for what is it alluding to? I like your use of end=rhyming.
don't really have an ending to this one at the moment and no clues on how to finish it.
Lol hopefully somethings gonna cross my mind soon!
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