Willow TreeA Poem by ShairanThe dark clouds hovering the night sky, a noose hanging from the willow tree. Knots, knots and the neck, the dead bodies turning in the grave. A blood churning scream followed by the dead silence, then there was blood, blood and blade. the metallic smell of the blood , and the smell of the dead.
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