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#WritcoPoemPrompt82
At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep,
The Ripper appears,
built ambushes and Fowler snares
planted her tares,
and invoke fears.
While the sleep last,
he formulated a task
torment soul with their past
and created low self esteem mask.
Hell is about to let loose.
© Bad Bard
At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep,
The Ripper appears,
built ambushes and Fowler snares
planted her tares,
and invoke fears.
While the sleep last,
he formulated a task
torment soul with their past
and created low self esteem mask.
Hell is about to let loose.
© Bad Bard
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