A shiver down their spine, a hike near the tree
Passing and going, their spears coming align, the great hunt.
Thine eyes only relax when they become meticulously curious by the ravish edges. They run wild by moving into the centuries and releasing their past. The future will run wild like their lives. The have stories.
Stories of intelligence
Don't go by the river, there's a life there, it's heartless.
If you do go, a shallow scream is heard. A shallow scream of given times. A wave of belief, hurt, anger, and tranquility, of bombarded souls. It keeps screaming. Bloody river a shiver near their lives.
The wildlife is gone, they've famished. The hunger rode wild, a whisper not heard. Rivers scream and howl the terrorized land. Their minds have let go, as they run mad leading them towards the river. The blood is passing, a tribe is dying.
River.
It collects blood of those that terrorize the waters, the scream is heard, not by the people, the scream driving them wild. Moving past the waters. Back and forth. A game. A play.
Don't go.
Please stay they begged, denied of one's own sorrow, the forest is now quiet. Don't go too soon, trapped in the mad life. The river sings. Everything about being a king. Bleed here. Blood there. Passing, dying. The river is waiting.
A river down their backs.
A shiver while they hike
Passing and going.
The river is waiting. Screams and shrieks.
A hunt for thy souls
Go to.
Never go by.
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Kissed By The Unknown
RomanceA series of poems I wrote, from bullying, to mostly romance, to friendship, and to mysteries. It might be bad so bare with me. Mostly based on personal experiences.
