Free verse № 42742
Blackened Cauldron
The Burning toil within my soul,
as if an evil witch stirs my gutt
from with in her black cauldron,
to my end.
The turbulant chantings of the
end whisper to my heaving bones.
No rest I can find with this turbulance
inside myself.
No peace I gather from the Evil spell,
of dark witch who controls me
with spells of evil.
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Blackened.
here let me try an edit down the cat walk.
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Blackened Cauldron (Free verse) by Ellie95
With spells of evil.
The turbulant chantings of the
end whisper to my heaving bones.
as if an evil witch stirs my gutt
from within her black cauldron,
No rest can I find with this
turbulance inside.
No peace I gather from the Evil
The dark witch controls me.
I know this deep in my soul.
Sprucing up other peoples poems I read. Well you definitely did it justice. You and Ellie should collaborate sometime... On second thought, we should coincide on a artistic production. Oh yeah tis me "Sigh'ense...", but dont tell anybody. hit me back and let me know whats the verdiction. Welcome back.
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