![]() Stone.A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald![]() A quick piece to compete with!![]() The only destination bound against her windowpane, That spirit bound by power and blood, Her life force a crafted memory witches, Hail, the seeker arise from the family flood. Call forth the circle of sisters four, Arrangements now met for a spell to rise, Gather close you devils and lets rip him, Reading from a book of skin the real prize. Faith comes and goes in washed waves, Spring time harrows hell and signs no, Come now women of strength invoke thee, A clever little pun from stone it does grow.
© 2016 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthor![]() Thomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|