Maldicion De La Luna
Deep are the halls,
Darkest cold walls,
A secret kept locked,
Tellers of tales are mocked,
Beaming cold moonlight,
Wolfen beast takes flight,
Blood is now black,
No trail, or track,
Silent in rage,
The village now afraid.
© 2017 Raymond Rogers
Copyright © Raymond Rogers | Year Posted 2017
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