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"The SPcrOOK"

Poetry By: Alex Sharpe

The SPcrOOK is a poem by Alex Sharpe. Copyright (c) 2011 - 2012 by Alex Sharpe

Submitted:Oct 28, 2013    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The SPcrOOK -- by Alex Sharpe
Through the arches of gold, my human senses oh so cold. A great, great myth - so grand in width. Spying on you - you think it's cruel. Your dog hops on your lap - mouthful of drool. A sound - the sound of a shot - fired from a spot. You jump up - and break the old stool - its wooden legs - broken so cruel. You look outside, your dog aside. Taking a look - at the mysterious crook. You hear a hammering - a tapping, the sound of someone napping. You look in the closet to find this crook. This major mysterious spook. Hangs a hook, out of the darkness - You jump, you scream, then wake up from this dream.


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