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The Witches Sons
larrylark

A macabre reinterpretation of a previous poem posted

Walk best you can; slow and painful.
 1
Maybe not at all.
 2
Grip your broomstick lest you fall.
 3
Gleam centred in your eye.
 4
Vision of savorous flesh heavy pie,
 5
Borne to table, divided among us.
 6
 
 
Though we too grow old,
 7
You see us ever reborn
 8
beneath your incantations
 9
in a house deserted long ago.
 10

3 Dec 06

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It would have been nice to read L8 & 9 as a rhymed pair, this would be in keeping with S1 where the first and last lines don't rhyme, but the others do.


Also it feels incomplete, treat us to a little more!
 — hobby

Dear Hobby

Thanks for taking the time and trouble but i hand out my treats sparingly in case i get my hand bitten off.

Larry fingers and thumbs Lark
 — larrylark

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