John Clark Poems

I am the poet, the storyteller, the bard!
No verse is too difficult for me, no story too hard!
I am the rhythm and voice of the earth!
I am where legends and tales have their birth!
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Corruption in it's purest form, the very face of death;
Wraith foul and wraith evil, poison in it's breath.
Haunting eyes glow like lanterns, drawing peasants to their doom,
Pulling countless victims into the deep black gloom.
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