05-18-2023, 06:34 AM
PoetryGlisten,
I'm sorry for failing you in the past. Let's make up from where we're getting off the floor.
Hey?.Alright!
Hunter of Nightwatch
listens carefully with elven-shaped ears.
Best, in these not specific situations to go all the way elfears
See what is lurking in the night
then you will hunt with ease.
I'm reading this poem line by line before I read it in toto. So whatever I kiss, I mean, .. miss is my fault.
Those last two lines make a lot of sense to me.
Strike with your bow, an arrow of choice.
Stike, my excitement is making me misspell words, before doing, the doing you chose.
Leave all dead in your wake, this is a warning
to all those eavesdropping on his kill.
Do unto others as you would do anyway.
Sound buoys along in one’s ear, you are dead
hearing his crunchy footsteps.
Crunchy sounds lively
Smell the rotting flesh from his enchanting slaughter.
Slaughter in the woods! Slaughter in the woods!
They shout.
I wanted to watch Northman because of the girl who gets naked in it. You get to see her naked bum.
The electricity of tribal warfare, and the solitaire beyond the tribe is the italics not mustered but lightning.
Fire, on the ground, with people, burn.
I'm sorry for failing you in the past. Let's make up from where we're getting off the floor.
Hey?.Alright!
Hunter of Nightwatch
listens carefully with elven-shaped ears.
Best, in these not specific situations to go all the way elfears
See what is lurking in the night
then you will hunt with ease.
I'm reading this poem line by line before I read it in toto. So whatever I kiss, I mean, .. miss is my fault.
Those last two lines make a lot of sense to me.
Strike with your bow, an arrow of choice.
Stike, my excitement is making me misspell words, before doing, the doing you chose.
Leave all dead in your wake, this is a warning
to all those eavesdropping on his kill.
Do unto others as you would do anyway.
Sound buoys along in one’s ear, you are dead
hearing his crunchy footsteps.
Crunchy sounds lively
Smell the rotting flesh from his enchanting slaughter.
Slaughter in the woods! Slaughter in the woods!
They shout.
I wanted to watch Northman because of the girl who gets naked in it. You get to see her naked bum.
The electricity of tribal warfare, and the solitaire beyond the tribe is the italics not mustered but lightning.
Fire, on the ground, with people, burn.