The curseA Poem by Lourisa
in the shadow of the forest
on a bed of rotten leaves where life and death can't coexist sleeps the king of callous thieves. in times gone by and yet to come the callous king would steal the soul of every wearisome turn their hearts to coldest steel. the heartless soul would wander then alone unloved despised with darkness shining brighter in the callous king's cold eyes. © 2013 LourisaFeatured Review
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Added on July 2, 2013Last Updated on November 17, 2013 AuthorLourisaParaparaumu Beach, Wellington, New ZealandAbout"If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a prayer a magic-bean-buyer If youre a pretender come sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Com.. more..Writing
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