Solemn melancholy mood scorching entrails laid to dry summon all my worldly breath... awaiting, Grim Reapers ode to die soggy footprints round my door bid farewell a lovers scorn stolen glances glimpses of the past round the marsh love unwraps rising from it's bed silhouettes framed in the fire mock the legends dour and dire of the living dead...
An original poem written by Zenith Elliott 10-28-03
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Release Date: November 21, 2018
laid to dry
summon
all my
worldly
breath...
awaiting,
Grim Reapers
ode to die
I did enjoy this work, no qualms, even the ellipses are well put. Congratulations on a fine piece.
Well written.......
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