The Tale Of A Mistreated Love Poem by Blanche Hardin

The blood deep within my veins seems to go cold at the thought of YOU.
The secrets of your love have yet been discovered and their left unknown.
Keep close, do not fear. Your time for pain and suffering draws near.
Oh my love your life's so precious how I hold it dear.

The black pool of stagnant swamp water which is where the dead take refuge beneath this black abyss.
The faceless corpses lie floating along the outer-rim forced by death to be eaten away by the buzzards and flies.