Haunted Poet's Society Continued
With shivers cold upon the hill
Words chill my heart much colder still
With tempest howls or'e chimney tops
Such howling sounds forgiving not
Angry screams and threatening shouts
The poet's wrath..he cries he pouts
He gnashes teeth without his pen
With wailing words he can't begin
The slumbers chain has been forsaken
By day his story will not awaken
Who can I choose to heed the call
For saving fate of poets all?
Too swift upon the shadow lies
We need your help or VERSE WILL DIE !
Please poet guest, Miss Guzzi's best
will save the night.., in this contest!
Continued from James Goff/John Loving lll
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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