Creeping Man
Beware one's way in weary wood,
For the creeping man may steal your gaze,
Is it a tree or is it a branch,
Or maybe just the haze.
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Beware one's way in weary wood,
For the creeping man may steal your gaze,
Is it a tree or is it a branch,
Or maybe just the haze.
His fingers rot and smile is skew,
Was it me or did something move?
His eyes are dark and skin is blue,
Or maybe just the evening dew.
Always remember,
As you walk those weary woods,
never forget to look and check,
the creeping man may be breathing down your neck.
28th November 2018
07741277592
zatellison1@gmail.com
www.zachellison.co.uk
© Zach Ellison
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For the creeping man may steal your gaze,
Is it a tree or is it a branch,
Or maybe just the haze.
His fingers rot and smile is skew,
Was it me or did something move?
His eyes are dark and skin is blue,
Or maybe just the evening dew.
Always remember,
As you walk those weary woods,
never forget to look and check,
the creeping man may be breathing down your neck.
28th November 2018
07741277592
zatellison1@gmail.com
www.zachellison.co.uk
© Zach Ellison
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billkuespert
March 02, 2019
I like the poem and your creative shot! I thought about doing it a couple of times with some shots. Nice work!
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