Thus Morchius hangs on the Galgen
And grabs at the rope round his neck.
And never would speak of the talent
He was promised: Just turned to the dreck
Of the people he’d try to remember;
And the land he loved dearer than life.
And pulled the stiletto within him
Cut the vein;
From the blood sprang his life.
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Reviewed by Hanley Harding (Reader)
Reviewed on April 28, 2003
How much of his own tail can the serpent swallow...? This is another very good write.
Doc
Reviewed by Hola
Reviewed on December 12, 2002
My favorite one, so far. You got some lovely verse here. Indeed. Keep on. Bye. Best regards, always.
Minerva~
Love it. feels like a different place, takes me there, although not familiar with the references.
Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)
Reviewed on May 17, 2002
Hi Peter,
Your brilliant Lad,
I am a bit out of kelter at the moment,
But I am going to hang on for that pint you owe me.
That will be a world first,A Yorkshire man buying a Jock a pint.
All the best.
Morchuis
Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader)
Reviewed on May 16, 2002
There's enough bloodshed in my psychotic mind right now. Jeez...hehe. Good write Pete!
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Minerva~
Your brilliant Lad,
I am a bit out of kelter at the moment,
But I am going to hang on for that pint you owe me.
That will be a world first,A Yorkshire man buying a Jock a pint.
All the best.
Morchuis