The Color of Murder!A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldAn act so vile that rainbows scatter.Spines that shiver in minds of old, Gasping spinsters times have told, Of little men the color of green, Hidden by walls not to be seen, Harvest the blood they call to me, Take the drops of red is the fee, Cast the amber sun to stop fast, Murky waters a grave in the past, Ignorant fellows lay down in cotton, Thoughts hollow black and all rotten, Death the gift that comes willing and able, Remember dear ones this is no fable.
© 2016 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThomas 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
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