Faces following the sound
Of dancing friesians on the lane
Thund'ring claps within the ground
Seem to heave the earth in pain
Rivers forming rosy paths
On each ghostly blanch'ed cheek
Now and then to wetted halves
Letting loose a stifled shriek
Four by six by six in feet
Down to hell it doth inter
Down amid the devil's seat
Though the soil doth not stir
Every shadow of that cor'se
Swallowed into cank'rous Death
Summon now a greater force
To herald new and glorious breathe
But the kin'ed of the Right
Harb'ring now a hope to save
Deadly, twisting in thy sight
Blackened lillies 'pon a grave















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Anyhow, I really like this poem. My favorite part is
"Four by six by six in feet
Down to hell it doth inter
Down amid the devil's seat
Though the soil doth not stir"
"Rivers forming rosy paths
On each ghostly blanch'ed cheek
Now and then to wetted halves
Letting loose a stifled shriek"
there's something i really like about blood-like imagery..but anyway i really really like your style it is amazing ^_^.
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