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Rated: E · Fiction · Educational · #2133954
It's just a random poem, idk if it can be even considered one


The Moor


Wind

Across the bleak land

Wind

through the

Irksome night

Chilly wind

Did thee not hear

The desperate cries of lost souls?


Mist,

Covering branches

of bare trees

Clouds,

Overshadowing the

Bloody moon

Earth

and moaning souls

Weeping and wailing

As their bodies turn into bones


"Beware, beware

Glowing red eyes

In the murkiness

Beware, beware

Never follow

Trails of footsteps..."

Howled the wind


A figure

stumbled slightly

in the darkness

His eyes

glinting of curiosity.



"Beware, beware

Glowing red eyes

In the murkiness

Beware, beware

Never follow

Trails of footsteps..."

Howled the wind


He proceeded to

his destiny

To the val

ley

Shrouded by dead leaves

where the large stones lied


"Beware, beware

for during the dark hours

evil is exalted

on this doomed land

Beware, beware

For the creature

shall leap and blithe"

Howled the wind


The figure

fastened his steps

on the path

The jinxed path took

by his ancestors


An intermittent galloping sound

The tune of death

The young man

Turned his head

A pair of glazing sanguine eyes

Now staring at him

And another shriek

Pierces through the stuffy air


"Beware, beware

for during the dark hours

evil is exalted

on this doomed land

Beware, beware

For the creature

shall leap and blithe"

whimpered the wind

woefully and melancholy



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