You the Bard
The house sits on a hill beyond the way
The back yard seems empty save a dirt path
Windows twist in the dark as in the day
The scene is terrifying with great wrath
Horrid the place would create a bad bath
You may exit the house through the back door
Screams will break out of your lungs, then some more
The terror you would see in the back yard
Would be greater than the worst bedside sore
For dead you would be, the world’s greatest bard
Russell Sivey
Contest: FANTASY
Sponsor: SKAT Aces-
6/14/2013
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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