Scarlet trial men drifting in pain
Grey witless despair, souls tramped
Adder-bitten bears danced sightless
Dripping anguish
Twice the hangman’s lips be moved
for worldlings to outcast sin
Hard fear rose
Twice his soul said: pity, brother
Bleeding hymns, shuffling gloom
Empty fear seemed endless
No chaplain kept us
We, the unblessed, the unreproachful
The suggested form for #OctPoWriMo day 18 was a black out poem. That means to take a page of a book and colour it black, except the words you want to form the poem. I picked up a book and opened it at random. It got me Oscar Wilde. From the ballad of reading goal.
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