Innocent.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldTo the former child that was me.
Behind a silver door does speak,
An owl of burning ember beaks, A soft touch feather touches they sight, Does fly up home alone at night, The howling wolf you hear his call, Blood soaked teeth he does fall, Evil eyes he stops and stares, Growling first to be oh so fair, Beast of sky, beast of mount, Whirl thy wind on every count, Cracking house on rock tops, Empty sirens that never stop, Boneless body that slides and flops, Hear the innocent heart go pop.
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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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