Thu. Aug 13th, 2020

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Poetry: Redemption

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White stag runs o’er the silent slain

Black hearted hunter yearns to live life again

Bloody tracks break o’er an open plain 

Red hearted prize for what was lost and gained 

Sunset crosses and a Hellhound’s pain

Cup runneth o’er for a deadman’s reign

Blue tears trumpet what was lost, what was lost, what was lost, what was lost…

Never sure if it’s good but I write. Give it a try. Post it up. I made the last line longer and incongruent with the first six in order to break up the monotony and give it a trailing effect as if a horn were fading away. Imagine a stag running off into the distance.

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