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Winters fingers
Sweat on the ground
Moist all around
Shivering was the witch
Until the mob surround her
The crimes untold
As the woman's wrath unfolds
While the flames ignite
to the crowds’ delight
Her screams echo fuelling the mobs hate
While masking their fate as her soul surrounds them
The forest of death has a witches’ breath
With eyes that see throu...
Wednesday 24th January 2024 10:07 am
I feel awkward without coffee
I feel awkward without coffee
like chasing pert sylvans round Helicon's hills
constant under Urania's dissapproving eye.
Makes one want to get deep into the wood with goat footed pan
erection flailing wild for Bacchus rites.
Or better yet to smash skulls for the ruby juice
thick Teutonic forest leaning close.
Friday 3rd August 2018 1:08 am
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