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2004-10-10, 18:58
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Senior Metalhead
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Join Date: Sep 2004
Location: Braidwood, IL in the U.S.A.
Posts: 200
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Anonymous Poem...
I don't know who wrote this. As far as I know, it was an anonymous post on a morbid poetry site. Still, it seems to capture a sense of death in its words.
Ill winds mark its fearsome flight,
and autumn branches creak with fright.
The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,
When something wicked this way comes.
Crystal water turns to dark,
where e'er its presence leaves it mark,
and boiling currents pound like drums,
when something wicked this way comes.
A presence dark invades the fair,
and gives the horses ample scare,
for chaos reigns and panic numbs,
when something wicked this way comes...
What do you guys think?...
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