Death
He slit my throat and blood rushed down my coat.
easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
March 18, 2011
The poor Young boy leaked life, as the Knife was thrust upon His chest,
Shadows Stalked and heads watched, as faces twisted into ugly shapes,
A call from a Falcon, as the bones rotted here,
Yet the soul was struck, and destroyed like yapes.
Shadows Stalked and heads watched, as faces twisted into ugly shapes,
A call from a Falcon, as the bones rotted here,
Yet the soul was struck, and destroyed like yapes.
--- easypoem ---
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