Raymond Rogers Poet Rhyme

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

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Darren White March 24, 2017 at 1:35 AM Wonderful poem! Dark and evocative, and yes, I know what the title means. Strong imagery. Welcome to PoetrySoup Darren White March 24, 2017 at 5:43 AM That's wonderful, good luck with your book! Raymond Rogers March 24, 2017 at 3:30 AM Many thanks for the positive comment, Darren. I am a novice i'm afraid. This is the first poetry I have attempted since Primary school. My thoughts were darkened here, as I am writing a novel, and wanted to include poetry prior to each Chapter of the book. Best regards, Ray