Cry Petey, I See Bards Rounding the Bend

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Cry we all toward places unnamed

Rise above the crested hills

Yell we will - shattering door frames

Plundering thoughts of plovered wills

Tear at the wallpaper - reveal the grain

Ink the slate - etched by wound-dipped quills

Crouch, prowl - ready to pounce on game

Brandishing swords, blaring trumpets shrill

Arching backs, phosphorescent wicks aflame

Ridding netted fish of scales and smelly gills

Driving forward, driven onward - scourging rain


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Reviews

[Neville]

It took me some time to get here, but I quite enjoyed it anyway and it was well worth the wait .. mine I mean, not yours sir Fred cheers

[Red Brick Keshner]

I agree there Nev, waiting can be fun when we set our mind to it! Freds

[Davidgeo]

Too much structure... you should get wild with it.

There is a lot of good material here. But you make it boring.

It's still good but... the potential is high.... if you're willing to change the fundamentals.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Too kind G D, had this critique arrived 14 years earlier it may have resulted in about over a decade’s worth of growth in the direction that you have quite generously hinted at. Most obliged to you.