Curse
Tell me not the words that form
A black spot to the tongue adorn
Ear's shiver at first verse sung
Every sailor's first fear rung
For wicked tongues to proclaim
The proclamation of forbidden name
To breath the words of grey cursed song
Awakens the anger of dead's belong
Oceans sink into the ground
Mountains crumble to the sound
To chanted song been wrought with blood
That sleeps under the teardrop's flood.
Copyright © Alyssa Finley | Year Posted 2006
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