Deathly Harpischord
To the uncanny dreadful gallows,
My shuffling gait,
Chaotic civilization was breaking down,
This demon witchcraft cult following,
A golden harp making an ominous sound
“String him up, his time is done”,
The boss says
As I listen to my final melodic hum
And they may cut me down now
As my breath goes away
Or face the future wrath of
Me in the afterlife
And the cult’s ultimate doomsday
Five Word Challenge: October 2015
gallows, civilization, demon, cult, harp
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