As all engagements become.

As all engagements become.

A Poem by ZeeDeeVille

Wired metal siver ring

Clutches at my finger.

What have you here, odd stranger?

What determines your presense.

 

"Am I a lie here?" He replies with sullen worry.

I don't know what to make of this mass murder.

I wear this wired ring on my finger.

It's what determines your presense.

 

 

© 2008 ZeeDeeVille


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A nice dark peice indeed. It can happen with any common man walking on the road when suddenly a creepy stranger grips him from behind. And at that time, you are so shocked and worried that everything about the stranger seems creepy, be it a simple metal ring he's wearing on his finger or a pirate medallion around his neck. ~KA~

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ZeeDeeVille
ZeeDeeVille

Orlando, FL



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