Floating tambourines.A Poem by drew garnera poem from my book needs work but I thought it was good enough to share.From the spooks of the sacred soul or the ghouls before the holy ghost. As every bridge hides another troll, the graveyard gargoyle offers a toast.
"The blasphemer's bible is not dead. Though the pages are black: new or old and the words written, so as to glow red. to see in the dark with hands that are cold." in the age of decay like some savant I watch the floating tambourines. While the old gods grow quite gaunt the stew of souls left simmering. © 2019 drew garnerFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on April 23, 2019 Last Updated on April 23, 2019 Tags: spooky, surrealism, nonsense, poetry Authordrew garnerknoxville, TNAboutDrew Garner was born in 1989 and lives in Knoxville. He is nearly completely self-educated, having only attended public school through his graduation of kindergarten. A fan of weird-fiction and the hi.. more..Writing
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