My English Verbal Poetry: Under the Wings of the Raven: 10. Skeletons skinned
Whispers whistling in the blowing wind,
I hear them, I don’t fear them calling for me,
In the disappearing light, I’m just able to see
The fallen flesh of the skeletons skinned.
Lingering in the night is the fright
Between the hour of the owl and the rat
There’s only a cry, a swift fly of a bat
Now is the time to run, now it is time to bite.
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