Irish CurseA Poem by WriterGirl101The Irish island, green and gold, holds a story long untold. While children laughed and danced around, all the dead sleep, underground. For kids had caused the curse that the witch hath spoken, a curse that, sadly, can not be broken. The dead arise, and savor the screams. They run around, killing people and dreams. When life and death are in folks eyes, they try to save themselves through lies. The dead had savored flesh and bones, but when all is through, they return to the grave with groans. But then another child dances on graves, it is another child that can not be saved. For the witches curse can not be broken, and her name for centuries remains unspoken. The Irish island, green and gold, holds a curse, for it is told.
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4 Reviews Added on April 17, 2015 Last Updated on August 4, 2015 AuthorWriterGirl101Fitzgerald, GAAboutMy name is Sam, I enjoy to write and read, I love anime and Supernatural. I am a total nerd. My dreams are to become a published author and to visit Ireland. My biggest fears are being completely alon.. more..Writing
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