Where witchess once wandered
Now a dark forest grows
When the sun goes down
No one will enter
Because they say it's haunted
Spirits of old go there
Taking virgins for sacrifice
Where sorcerers once walked
Now a black elk grows
So dark no light comes through
So big you cannot walk around it
Without touching the grass
Which is cursed as people believe
By the spirits of old
Where he now goes
Is where the witchess were
Where sorcerers did they're magic
She seeks there for her love
The one he loved and lost
In fear and pain he wanders
Never to come back home
22-10-03
Daeron Telrúnya: | Woensdag, oktober 22, 2003 21:43 |
Wat een mooi gedicht ! past allemaal goed in elkaar, mooie "smoothy lines" om het zo maar te noemen. ojah enne witte magiers/heksen offeren niet :S Blessed Be ;) |
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christina: | Woensdag, oktober 22, 2003 20:45 |
jij ook trusten he :) knuffiieee je mamsje |
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Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 22 oktober 2003 | ||
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