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Blood Season.
By TheProphetUntold
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Kneel and reflect.
As daylight expires.
Wealds dress in blood and fire,
gales swirl, rime conspires.
Omens both bright and dour,
herald forth the coming hour.
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Copyright 2012 TheProphetUntold
Published on Monday, January 11, 2021.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Read slowly.Comments on "Blood Season."
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A former member wrote:
This poem... Is a poem... That no other poem... Can ever be :-)
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On Sunday, November 3, 2013, Malice In Wonderland
(987)
wrote:
I can see this so clearly.... you paint pictures in my mind that stay with me for ages, coming up in the darkest and mos beautiful ways. thanks for this.
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A former member wrote:
This poem is like the approaching Autumn night. I can smell the blood & fire. The s.word moves slowly...it hurts better that way...
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On Thursday, October 4, 2012, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
A slower reading has a stronger effect, noticeable in fact. It really has that autumnal flair to it, with a slight foreboding sense, these are your forte, indeed.
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