Poetry
LEGEND OF MCFEY
In the darkness of the night, when the owls have taken flight.
In the glory of the moon when the crickets play their tune.
By a river deep and wide, where young love strolled side by side.
By an ancient willow tree where true love was meant to be.
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In burial grounds right across, a place where tombs are covered in moss.
In a grave as old as time, lay a man, for another's a crime.
A friend he knew in time so long, pure treachery's friend now came along.
A score to be settled he did not know, ignorant of blood crimes times ago.
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Poetry
SUDDENLY
The dark came once,
the dark came twice.
My hatred now,
my only vice.
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The leaves had fallen,
the flooms had wilted.
And the patterns again,
my dreams had haunted.
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The chest I found,
up in the attic.
It was empty but,
its power is static.
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The birds took shape,
again and again.
The wood was warm,
so strange the iron the same.
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