Curse Us, Curse You
Listen to them!
Who?
The whispers of the night
Can't you hear there every word?
They're calling for our fate
They're cursing us tonight
Why do I sit here alone in the dark?
Why?
I can hear their words
I can feel their hate
I can respond in kind
So, give me an hour and I'll make them quake!
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2017
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