Writers Might


Carboned over this mythical troll
Petrified nails clutch
A tattered scroll
The paper cracks beneath the brush
A wince a glance
To slow the rush
Featured in this ancient scroll
A song? a poem?
Or banters droll
Hearts once mourned with shoulders dipped
A thought a truth
Of words then lipped
Satans feathers fall like sharpened blades
A word a redemption
Still...
Escapades
Carboned over this mythical troll
Petified nails... tattered scroll
A glance a rush of ancient light
Prose in hand
This writers might

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