The Witches Grail Poem by Clive Culverhouse
The Witches Grail
Marred this mead of honeyed brew
yet flaxen still thy rotten spike
and spoil it so inedible
but haste unto her charge, she will
and grail be this austere cup
to carry off ignobleness
and watch it drain through gullet of
a wrongsome hound, the cad, it must
and mete thy charm, ye witches grail
Wednesday, October 2, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: halloween,witches,fun,creepy
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