Steemit Poetry Contest #13 -Shattered Coven
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Our most sacred of all towns,
What once was vibrant and alive,
Now home to mindless clowns.
Where is the glory?
What about our people?
The children of the night,
Who once were strong and plenty,
Now scanty and shadows in the light.
One that we swore to protect and to keep,
That which once gave us true strength and power,
Now simply makes us weep.