- plea, me
- thrown, stone
- stood, wood
So here's what I got:
Long way down the road there stood
a dark and dangerous, forbidding wood.
Souls of many, there were thrown
and there they lay deep under stone.
From the forest could be heard the plea:
"Come, strayed soul, to rescue me."
I can't believe I wrote something so freaky.
I don't even know what it means.
But it rhymed, so.
Lemme know what you think.
Wow, that is really creepy! But good job! The poem fits together really well and you did a great job with the words you had to use. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sammy! :)
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