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Raymond Rogers Poem
Strolling in the night,
Beware of the cold light
A changing does occur,
Beastly rage doe’th stir,
Stay on the path, and track,
Shining eyes on your back,
Hark, the howling now appears,
Your deepest, darkest fears,
Moons blood, is black,
The beast sits on your back.
Copyright © Raymond Rogers | Year Posted 2017
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Raymond Rogers Poem
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
Copyright © Raymond Rogers | Year Posted 2017
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