رومانسي بس منسي
Well-Known Member
Bitter Beast \ Gothic Poetry
 			
    		   	
			
			
 	 		   			Without speaking another word, he fled,
And then I saw a centaur, full of fury,
Come shouting, "Where, where is that bitter beast?"
 
I do not think Maremma has as many
Snakes as the centaur carried on his croup
Right up to where our human shape begins
And then I saw a centaur, full of fury,
Come shouting, "Where, where is that bitter beast?"
I do not think Maremma has as many
Snakes as the centaur carried on his croup
Right up to where our human shape begins
 
				 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		