As Creepy As Clowns

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The Poet heard the Wind scream

The dark and hideous truth

'Twas enough to wake the dead from sleep

And steal the breath from me.

Hurried by fear and dressed in black

Your Poet trampled the night

In search of a voice, the cause of the Wind

The speaker of truth on this night.

Weary from running and starved of breath

This Poet collasped to the ground

And looking up, perhaps to pray

The Wind stood before him, she is… Continue

Added by maggot on September 29, 2010 at 7:34pm — No Comments