Rachard Logan Poems

Oh how I long wished to hear the tolling of the bell,
So I could witness that demon pulled down to that torturous hell

Try as you may, you can't send me away
I'll be here until the end of your black days
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Could it be?

Be you the Mistress of the Midnight hour
Full of such beauty and grace
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Bootchu! Bootchu!
You make me want to chew my boot
Over the fact taht you're so cute.
How did you come to be such a beaut?
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'But...but why? '
Towards the heavens I doth cry
Why must she die.
Oh Lord, why?
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The crows are laughing! The crows are laughing!
Please, somebody help; This is maddening!
They're mocking me; They won't stop chuckling!
Get away you heathens! Stop giggling
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