The FeverA Poem by Miss Mary JaneIn the midst of this darkening desert, the scream of the butterfly is heard, echoing from the canyon walls. The deep haunting howl of the wolf mingling withe the scream. As I watch the highway recoil like a snake, attempting it's final attack.
The voice of the Shaman streams through, his prayers smashing, obliterating this vivid nightmare, as the fever continues.... © 2008 Miss Mary JaneReviews
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1 Review Added on May 19, 2008 AuthorMiss Mary JaneKnoxville, TNAboutMy name is Mary Jane, I'm just another character brought on to you by the gods. I believe in mystical adventures to heighten the passion of life. I like to go out into nature and worship pagan deities.. more..Writing
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