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Evermore

The gate.

By Rachael MacDonaldPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Evermore
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

From the bright green of Evermore,

Spawned forth from days of yore,

Beasts of blood-dripping gore,

Burst through its rotting door.

Wickedly spoken into lore,

Grizzled mercs came ashore,

Coin was spent on drink and whore,

To placate the fear they bore.

Brackish fiend and savage boar,

Sliced fresh meat to softened core,

Escaped a wild haunted roar,

Evil deeds and sin galore.

Blackest black, Death wore,

Monsters died and men swore,

Scalding heat and blood rain pour,

Where the green meets before.

Waves of red flowed underscore,

The broken ground heaping more,

Trails of tears glimmer hoar,

Opened worlds can't ignore.

The hawthorn gate marked four,

Scraped a sticky ichor floor,

Closing eyes, pustules sore,

Leave behind Evermore.

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About the Creator

Rachael MacDonald

Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.

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