Meeting Mothman triolet
I’m drifting in a sky of snow
and swooping, whooping overhead.
You don't believe I'm real, I know.
I’m drifting in a sky of snow
and glaring, scaring you below.
It's just a myth, I heard you'd said.
I’m drifting in a sky of snow
and swooping, whooping overhead.
Thanks to Andrea for the pronunciation hint - LOL, I was pronouncing this form as rhyming with violet!!!
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