The ancient oak tree was ablaze. He loved the tree more than me.
Haiku #121
How to raise the dead To dance among gravestones Devil gets his due
Soul Deep
Sticks and stones May break my bones
Still
The chill creeps in Even though I've locked
By Kel Dayheart
The ancient oak tree was ablaze. He loved the tree more than me.
How to raise the dead To dance among gravestones Devil gets his due
Sticks and stones May break my bones
The chill creeps in Even though I've locked
Fragment of a Figment 