Her cries rattled their souls
Her sobs their ears taunted
Her tears their visions haunted
Her sunken face that of a ghoul
The smells that pierced their hearts
Were as a deadly Cupid
The salt and fear so putrid
The blood from a thousand parts
A wind blew through the woody bones
And put them all to sleep
In the grave of slumber six-foot deep
All that they heard at the end was her ghostly moans
For when they caused her cries
They secured their own demise.
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𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌𝐒 : 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒
PoetrySonnets and cinquains, seasons and colours, flora and fauna, the bad and the good - all in this collection of original poems. Several are written about the author's personal life, such as social interactions, intense emotions, and experiences as...
