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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required oh, let me tell you a twisted tale . . . of robin hood and a merry band of followers but my story does not take place in folklore but in reality todays story is of an archer, a person skilled with swords and words skilled in disguise, taking many false faces and like robin hood of ancient tales, draped in green but this green is jealousy like the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together blanketed in secrecy, having no moral compass to guide the evil oh the hate is a cancer on my poems and beautiful words my poetry a garden ravaged by this outlaw with a sharp arrow devious, crafty, sly, calculating, deceitful, fake, scheming, shifty we know each false disguise you hide behind every fraudulent name and game oh, back to the story . . lets raise the curtain to this ancient tale this robin hood and a merry band of followers pretend to be good and kind but shoot arrows trying to murder my words from dark hidden places, mingling joyfully shifty and crooked, shady but quite artful in ways of destruction a shining star shaped shield of silliness the way is dangerous in this spider web of lies bloods seeps from my broken heart like red tears leaf-strewn gales utter low wails like violins on my murdered poems robin hood and the merry band of followers spit them out like stones and when I read their words, the words squirm like snakes robin hood of ancient lore stole from the rich to give to the poor this robin hood steals our poetic muse not quite the hero of old but be assured your swords and sharp arrows are nothing to me because my poems will sail like swans on quiet waters long after you are burning down below for your deceitful ways ______________________________ January 21, 2016 Poetry/Free Verse/twisted Copyright Protected, ID 16-747-746-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Twisted Robin Hood Sponsor, C.T. Third Place
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