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The Fog Of The Land Man

Poetry By: HisNameIsNoMore


Submitted:Mar 15, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Indelible it stalks-
Despite the faster you walk-
Leaving no track in the chalk-

Even in the freezing rain-
It strikes with out pain-
Seeded deep down in vein-

It asked you curb side and you said yes-
The fog of the Land Man-
- deep down a wicked Sand Man---
It crept into your freezing brain-
- Insane it said and you thought it sane---
It continued to rain-


Indelible it stalks-
A slick twist of the tongue it talks-
Looked into your eyes and began to mock-

Suddenly a it struck with a cane-
Remember how it waddled down like fire on Pudding Lane--
Awake it slept as if slain-

It asked, slowly it followed; your will it wished to test-
The fog of the Land Man-
- what lies behind, nothing but a Wicker Man---
It hungered for your life to gain-
- Insane it said you thought it sane---
It continued fueling your bane-


Indelible it stalks-
Each tick and each tock-
Each strike of that dreadful clock-

Burlap an old stench of grain-
A rattle, perhaps its watch chain-
Struggle; it was all in vain-

It asked-
The fog of the Land Man-
- You died carried away by the Bag Man---
It slipped away-
- Insane it said you thought it sane---
It just slipped away-

Into the rain...


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