A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Thursday 7 July 2016
03/07 Face of Death
What is this creature
That stares us in the face
It's eyes are black
Like obsidian
And it has the smile
Of a jester
It's ridiculous and champion laugh
Stills our bodies with cold
It chills
Thrills in fear
And makes us hate
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