The living dead holidaying at a tombstone location

The living dead holidaying at a tombstone location

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What becomes of today that yawns
and the dead of Poe are awaken
telling tales of memories old
into the night
where the crooked mile
was once the straight and narrow
according to the raven’s eye.

Back then time ruled
and still does
listening to howl
of mortals cries.

© 2025 andrew mitchell


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I knew from the title I would find something to like in this write. The Raven flies straight but he misses a lot too. Here is to curves and the revisiting of bends in the road:)

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andrew mitchell

1 Day Ago

Thank you for stopping by Pryde.
If that raven flew today...it would fear us much more than we would fear it.
It feel we are haunting ourselves enough and would just fly away forevermore.
j.

Posted 2 Days Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Day Ago

Yes we are all creating our own horror show and it’s getting worse like we are heading to anarchy... read more

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Added on January 28, 2025
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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