Sometimes I write stuff and I have no idea where it comes from, possibly insanity, if so, bring it on...


They come out of the the mist

The Four horsemen of the Apocalypse


there's only three...


Death on his pale green horse

Famine on his black horse

War on his red horse


only three


where is Pestilence ?


At home in bed with a cold......




a hot water bottle.

Poetry by Blilith The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-02-16 at 21:04

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
I know how Pestilence feels
it's meant to be summer here
& it's been SO cold & wet


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
.....and pestilence mum sent in a note '' my son cant play to day , he's got a cold ''.
Ken ( D Williams )

Rob Graber
lol--A clever and amusing write; and seasonal indeed!