A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. We Are All Plagued I woke up standing up Bolt upright like I was the target of the lightning Hail falling down across my shoulders Your snowy mane rife with disease And you coughed in my direction Alluding to the second coming Forget me not PetalsContinue reading “WD 209 “We Are All Plagued””
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