Woodland Magic
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Beneath a rotting log where shadows dwell,
In moist dark chambers hidden from the sky,
Two centipedes rise from their earthen cell,
Like underworld kings that will not yield nor die.
Their long red bodies writhe in knotted twist,
Poisoned fangs extend to test for seam,
Each plated length coils tight in burning tryst,
A primal clash — no witness hears them scream.
No evil lives within their ancient art,
No malice guides the fury of the fray,
But will to conquer beats in every heart,
And through the slain, the living find their way.
The MockingOwl Roost has more for you to explore! Take a look at these titles:
- Borderline – Poetry about the woods
- A Sighting – Wildlife centered fiction
- The Way Cats Wake Up to a Passion of Birds – A poetry reading about cats
- Almost Paradise – Nature-themed flash fiction for writers
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Murray Eiland
Murray Eiland is a speculative fiction enthusiast, particularly science fiction from the 1940s.
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