As I searched through the graveyard still looking for her
Scheming to make all things right
I wondered how scandalous things would become
When the scuttlebutt starts up again
They thought me a scoundrel for hounding her so
For scrutinizing her every move
So I’ll scramble for cover if things too hot
‘neath the heat of their scathing dead eyes
Oh my scatter-brained demon where have you gone tonight
Have you scampered away from my love
Are you hiding midst the other children of the night
Those who scorn what I bring here for you………
Author notes
Scatterbrain scathing scheming scoundrel scorn
scandalous scamper scramble scrutinize scuttlebutt
A contest entry
- Word Bank by Frogzter.
700 points, ended May 19, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thanks for entering and best wishes in the contest! Will be back for judging soon!
Frogz~ -
Thanks for joining in would have liked the ending to feel a bit more complete, other then that you told your tale through poetry.
Warm thoughts
Frozentearz
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