Best Ires Poems

The scene stopped me in my tracks,
Crimson bursting through darkly gray.
"Another cold, dark morning," I mused.
As I turned to walk away...

"Beware the Ires of March, Watchman!
Scoffers attack like mad hornets! 
I AM stirring their secret hives, 
Exposing their darkly terror.
They will reap what they have...

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