Poem -
Pied Piper
Rodent fodder such disdain
Ravenous tis glorious reign
Picked clean to the bone
Sanguine awash on cobblestone
Pied Piper, pitch follows
Besieging Sleepy Hollows
Laying ruin to towns aplenty
In the year of our Lord 1420
Grave tis twilight to fall
Twote a melodious call
Whispers soft on sultry air
Ushering plague a bane to bear
Come children let us pray
Grim Reaper yearns to stay
As townfolk purge by night
He leads asunder from a blight
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Comments
I could never write like you ..true poetry, amazing?
You write like Marion. you write beautifully. thank you for saying such a nice thing. I am touched. I appreciate your comments and support
You are very very welcome...ditto ??
You are so sweet thank you again Marion
Wow I really love your style. It's very medieval and true to it's purpose. I am very impressed :)
thank you kindly. when I write I try to stay true to the style and time I write about. thank you for stopping by.