Skeleton Bones

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Be sure that when something or someone is dead, that they stay that way.

Submitted: September 10, 2013

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Skeleton's Bones

By

Robert Price

Once were Humans,

Now are dead,

No more hungar,

No need to be fed.

The Skeletons from the life beyond,

Are buried deeply,

In the blackest pond.

The bones that lie on their watery grave,

They were honest souls,

They could not have been saved.

Now they seem to float straight by,

Is this the work of the devil? Say I.

These are now the Skeleton bones that sit,

Floating in their watery pit.

You can see them age with soul and grit,

Surounded by fishes, moss and shit.

But,

It be no suprise,

When the bones doth rise,

And stand amoung sand.

Then you will know,

As you will go,

That this is a dead man's land.

 

 

 


© Copyright 2017 Robert Price. All rights reserved.

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