To Casquatch>>>>

To Casquatch>>>>

A Poem by Hachamecha

You may think this is a dream
But its not, how creepy this world may seem. 
Walking among the corpses, there is Denise 
Tortured bodies laying around, a gruesome show piece
Purple-tipped brown hair
Denise witnesses the biggest grin
as she waltzed into a the black clad's church lair 
goosebumps running down her skin
The grin has secrets, under a lid
hiding, underneath that grin, it hid
I hope we do not meet, Segnen
I hope we will know your intentions soon
But I'm afraid Denise will meet her again
Carrying with her, an unforgivable doom   

© 2012 Hachamecha


Author's Note

Hachamecha
Yeah.
Couldn't help myself.
>>misspelled the title -_____-

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Daww, you're utterly too kind, really.
Thank you. :D
Haha, I love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


haha. This is from/about her new book, right?
Kinda?
:D

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Hachamecha
Hachamecha

Ledyard, CT



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