With this poem, I find thee dead.
Your prompt is VOW
The fat full moon gorged
On the promises we made
And the earth shuddered
No, wait, that isn’t how it goes…
With this poem, I find thee dead.
Your prompt is VOW
The fat full moon gorged
On the promises we made
And the earth shuddered
No, wait, that isn’t how it goes…
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All things vowed to Frigg
Baldr they would never harm
Oh cursed mistletoe!
Sworn on holy relic
Devoted to completion
Else damnation waits