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I wouldn't call this one "Horror Poetry"...
.....but I'd call it poetry, nonetheless. Enjoy!
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If I had it my way
Pigs - would surely fly.
If I had it my way, then
We all could touch the sky.
The night would hold such beauty
The day would be for sleep
And if I cut my wrist tonight,
No blood from it would seep.
All lightbulbs would be candles,
Nobody would feel need.
And instead of a car, I'd have
A Wyvern be my steed.
Toadstools would not be poisonous,
All pistols would be knives.
And those who loved and lost - Rejoice,
Their loves would be alive.
Copyright, Frank Aiden Ryan
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