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    dots Submission Name: The Dullahandots
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    Author: HisNameIsNoMore
    ASL Info:    28 - Male - Ohio
    Elite Ratio:    3.08 - 75/182/217
    Words: 89
    Class/Type: Poetry/Legend
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    dotsThe Dullahandots
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    The road wailed through the weird,
    as fear would rise from orchard to weald,
    galloping nightmares in fecundity;
    galloping nightmares in ferocity.

    The door died on the hinge,
    as locks would rust from Hell to home,
    shivering in the cold decline;
    shivering in the cold denial of time.

    The end arrived upon a stead of twilight,
    as death would reign from terror to trite,
    encroaching lash of that human spine;
    encroaching damnation of searching eyes.

    The soul was gone,
    perished with a call,
    from the Dullahan.




    Submitted on 2016-10-19 19:36:32     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Hinge doesn't rhyme with home. Spine rhymes with eye but not so much with eyes. I would change either eyes into eye or spine into spines. Just some advice...
    | Posted on 2016-10-20 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ]


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