March Moon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


March Moon


The mad

March moon,

That brings

The seaside

Town massive


Of blood

And gore,

Shines on

The old

Oak tree's

Disembodied limbs,

From which

Once crimson

Corpses hanged,

But now

Is only

Used for

Wood to


To warm

The pulse

Of shadows...


Submitted: December 03, 2021

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olive tree

lovely melancholy. it is kind of worrying, how concerned people are about the state of the world right now, and the art I'm reading seems almost like foreshadowing for some unspeakable horror to come.

Fri, December 3rd, 2021 11:05pm


That's an interesting comment Olive, Certainly I feel I'm watching the decline of the West day by day.Thanks for reading.

Fri, December 3rd, 2021 3:16pm

olive tree

Yeah people are people though. Fuck the west. Fuck myself. Fuck everyone. Fuck people who consolidate power and deliberately withold foreign aid, purely for shady financial motives. Fuck everyone. I just feel like something really bad is about to happen. Like Tianenman Square Massacre (oh wait that never happened, right?) or some shit, brother.

Fri, December 3rd, 2021 11:22pm


Watch out for exploding reindeer!

Fri, December 3rd, 2021 7:22pm

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