The Pools Of Suffering Poem by Steve Vaughan
The Pools Of Suffering
In ages gone by,
When no bird dared fly,
There were some pools.
It was made of blood,
The blood of a thousand lost souls,
It was a virulent place.
They have seen no light there,
And demonic bears, as well,
came to drink.
They seen madness,
There in those pools of vileness,
And they called them the pools of suffering.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
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