User:Shammiesgun/Sorrow in the Marsh


 * Go Back to Foggy’s Death Tales

Have you seen her?

Brunette hair, brown eyes?

Tell of my wife!

Don’t leave with sighs.

Poor old Comar,

Villard home king.

Only wanted one,

one only thing.

His wife Gail,

treasure of gold.

Gone now forever,

turned to mold.

Noble his cause,

but blindly true.

Anyone who enters,

Wetlands won’t blue.

Dark magic walks,

over the dam.

A warlock approaches,

seeking a lamb.

Comar was targeted,

and was killed.

With red blood,

waters below filled.

Silent it was,

until came midnight.

The helping pleas,

again took flight.

Could it be,

did he survive?

Realization I had,

so I thrive.

Chilled I am,

more than most.

My next door neighbor,

is now a ghost.