Group: Gold Member
Posts: 376
Joined: 28-May 07
From: Co. Galway, Ireland
Member No.: 440
Real Name: Terry O C
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:Ephiny
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Shivered
Wen da night fell der wiz I in da dark, an although all alone, eeerrie voices did 'ark; sain, Na'er be a tinking dat tis' all in yer ed, fer t-night an fer all noights ye lie wit da ded!
Such da shock an da terror o what I bin told, dat I shook an I trembled as me life's blood ran cold.
On dat moonless black noight fer moiles could be 'eard, me las eartly screams bein rip'd o dis world.
ORIGINAL
Shivered
When the night fell there was I in the dark and although all alone errie voices did hark, saying;
"Na'er be a thinking that 'tis all in your head for tonight and for all nights you lie with the dead"
Such the shock and the terror of what I'd been told, that I shook and I trembled, as my life's blood ran cold.
On that moonless black night, for miles could be heard, my last earthly screams being ripped from this world.
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Terry
light lights light
--Raymond Rosliep
"The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates."
Terry.. I love the first verse, I should say the first version of this ...shiver me timbers, it be sendin' a chill up me spine...lol...great stuff.... Steve