Tales from the Crypt
April 14, 2009 · Filed Under Death Poems · Comment
Once upon a weary night
Whence old moon pondered
Burning away her silver light
In days of yore she hath decorated
Perched amongst the wandering craven
Weaved tales of tales begotten
“Look on thy lands so tender
They speaketh unto minds moved
Of streaming springs and bitter kings
That hath paved the path of yore
To man his own vengeance and pride
That bloometh redder still [...]
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