Eftsoons Poems - Poems about Eftsoons

...Athwart Without Surcease — Edzel Erelong the sphere was contrived, intrinsically safe with His arms. Born— soon derived, and molded from His heart so warm. Fain to live, hight to be a no ma......

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...Between the witching hour and saffron dawn, When guileless hearts are peacefully asleep, An evil prowls a wolf amidst the sheep, With fangs as bloody daggers swithly drawn; And erelong the warm......

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...I see the fields before me being turned from green to brown And the trees which lie with each leaf with a frown, 'What sin have we committed' as if they speak Along with the left ones standing lik......

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