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Blackened Cauldron (Free verse) by Ellie95 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.
Up the ladder:
At the end of the Day
Down the ladder:
Tree
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Posted: March 6, 2003 1:24 PM PST; Last modified: March 8, 2003 6:15 AM PSTWeighted score: 3.9583356 Overall Rank: 13397 Comments:
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here let me try an edit down the cat walk. watch this. 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.
CLOWNIN'
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.
This poem reminds me of the last time I ate taco bell.
Ohhh. K. Obsess much?
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Within.
Blackened.