My humble warningA Poem by Claire Chitty
Woe is he who in
temples do stray in search of honeyed gold treasure left by the slain. Pick carefully through dark jungles at night as tentacled fingers pull unwary aside. The beast in the 'rena snarls down at its prey. This man who'd attempted to triumph today. Heed careful my warning I humbly do give. Some monsters are round you, Some sleep deep within.
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2 Reviews Added on June 17, 2014 Last Updated on June 17, 2014 AuthorClaire ChittyMidlands, United KingdomAboutI am a writer, in my 30's, based in the Midlands UK. I have published short stories in women's magazines in my early 20's. I have come back to writing in the last 18 mths and I am currently in the mi.. more..Writing
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