A 7 Warrior Haiku
Vampire bats fly past
Blood drips from their sharp white teeth;
Tax year end has come.
Grey wolf at the door
I gave and can give no more;
my heart in your mouth.
Willow cry no more
Rivers still flow without blood,
today, just not yours.
The mob came for them,
Black-charred corpses, plundered houses;
orange western sunrise
The ship timbers groan
dying men all in cold despair;
Lover, make sweet moan.
Do not just stand there!
Say something, anything, vomit;
Don Martin comics.
My friends laugh at me.
I live with a potbelly pig;
Cupid had bad aim.
This poem was written by Orpheus . on Jul 16, 2008.
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