Myrrh and thyme and vervain juice
sitting by my mother’s noose
to secure her afterlife
Then to be shredded by my knife
And so I bind thee to my lead
Upon this grave her soul I spread
And my lead I drop to sea
so thine demise may comfort me1
Now come to me, my watery ghost
and I shall provide for thou a host
And may thee rise and feed thineself
so thou mote kill with vice and stealth
‘til fullsome hath thine hunger grown
Thou shalt bow down beside my throne
Hither come, my misty beast
so dine on blood, we shall, and feast.2
Author notes
Let's see how i go after being officially SUCKY at poems and spells and rhymes...
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Comments
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lol, Sucky? I thought this was great, It had wonderful flow and rhyme. Keep up the good work.
Dew -
I thought this was very good
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I loved the rhyme sceme and word choice. Great job in that. I liked the flow and the imagry as well. Great poem Very captivating. Thank you for entering my contest
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You did an amazing job at this, although there were some mistakes with the capitalization at the beginning of one or two sentences. I enjoyed reading this. Good work.
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