Poetry
Dogville
Dogville In the wold where the old oaks creak, Dogville sleeps on a misty lane. Paws tap the cobbles, stray‑bark, And the wind stirs the midnight grain. A narrow lane of tea‑shop greens, Where
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The Young Frankenstein In the mist‑laden Vale of Frankenstein, Young Robert, son of the late great one, Trod the sands of a cursed dream Where fates and follies were in the same. The old manor,
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Sin City In the dying light of the desert, neon‑coloured ghosts rise, their sighs a bright insistence on the night‑spun air. All‑in against the wind, the street gleams like a slick, lost prize, a
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Sling Blade In the damp hush of a West‑Cottage lane, he trades the iron wire for a quiet whisper, the brush‑stroked soul of a town that never learns to mend the bruised heart that
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Flood Warning The sky folds over the river‑bend, clouds like a tired violin, and in the hush of a damp morning the siren crackles—a low, deep long‑howl. Its warning is not a song but a
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