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Swamp Hags

Above the swamp, lights wink and wave
“This way,” in eerie glow.
Beware! These false will-o'-the-wisps
Mean Death; he waits below.

I curb my horse . . . . Whoa, stop ol’ nag!
Oh, soon enough . . . too soon,
The swamp hags’ lair will come in view--
I wish for a full moon.

I check my flashlight’s dimming light;
It merely casts a glint.
There is the morass I must cross,
My mare breaks into sprint.

Her nostrils flare, she snorts and neighs,
Then rears and bolts in fear--
I take a fall, and then I know--
Those swamp hags are quite near.

Nell rears and bolts into the night,
And I lie on the ground;
The furies come in boiling mist--
With piercing, cackling sound.

In frenzied lust the swamp hags whirl
Around me, screeching till
My frightened heart and senses fail
And I yield to their will.

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Structured: Western
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Not Explicit Content

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you have been hanging around with Ichabod again! I told you that he would leave your ass hanging, if you ran into trouble.
Well, at least they had their way with you. I hope that you had a snoot full; old Hilda is kinda ugly! ~ Geez.
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Hi, Jerry,
Eerie stuff! (Not sure if I want to know what happens next.) Well written, gave me chills, actually.
Thank you!
L

thanks for the comment. Jerry

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Oh my, those furies are terrifying! Well written, I love your style, end rhymes and imagery. No nits. Hope you're still alive...lol.
Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

thanks for the comment. Jerry

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Yeah, I'm still alive, lol. Lynda and I are having our 2nd Covid injection this coming Monday. Thanks for liking my style; it's not everyone's--but what do I care? I'm busy writing my novel. I hope you are well. Bye for now, dear lady.
Jerry

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bit disappointed. I saw the title and expected a poem about Hillary and Harris lol

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