The screams that cut through the silence so still
Haunt me until my death day they will.
From rooftop to rooftop he skipped through the snow,
Scratching names off his list, sending souls down below.
This is part nineteen of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part twenty!
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Dude, this is amazinggg!!! The evolution of bite size before my eyes 😀
Thanks, PJ! I really appreciate it 🙂 I’m not much of a poet, but I thought I’d have a shot!
Anyone can be a poet 😊 and ya got thisss!
This is fun. Although, I expected more gore.