Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.


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Calling, mournfully in the night.

A cry born of ancient sorrow

Your penance for your


Doomed to carry Cassandra’s

Fate. Only you cannot speak

The words to save man who will not

Hear them.

The twilight brings your song

But dawn will soon hush it

and silence your pleading for those


Small and brown you will

Sink to the depths for your rest

Clouding your judgment till you sing


Written by uncannynerdyguy

April 3, 2010 at 6:48 pm

Posted in Folklore, Poetry

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