With sharp jagged teeth, this angst gnaws.
My heart squeezed by the devil's claws.
Dread carves in me like a pitsaw.
Fetor of bodies. Fresh, and raw.
No adventurer should wander these caves.
For treasure, I ignored human remains.
In darkness, I maunder. To Gods, I pray.
My life squandered. It is death I now face.
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Moon Gate: Volume I
PoetryA collection of poetry based on prompts from the Versification contest. I'm aiming for dark, magical, and supernatural themes. Also trying out several types of poetry like iambic pentameter, limericks, etc. The only rules were to stay within 4 to 8...
