Dire Serpent
A mulking it's agaluk
It sits high in proud symbololic
the winding capesmen
swindling down it's ivenya branch
A dull move for it's majected lanch
a walking man sees ten
It boldly sweeks blin
A watch from the gaven's eye
speeks anogon boutful surprise
meekly wandanla , A shooting star
sweeps at the moving speech
A nudeful sound so nar
squining it's passage
Copyright © Ian Schmidtka | Year Posted 2007
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