It's Meadowlark Lemmon
In the dead of night, lit by pale moonlight
The coven lies a-sleeping
Undone
Wrech white, flaccid bodies mangled
Stockaded by harsh thorn
Unfree
Within each breast, passion repressed
Molten heart weeping
Unheeded
Contributors: | Hamish, Beefy, Apsley, MRQ, E Greejius, TG, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 31st July 2000. |