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Question

Innocent.

Behind a silver door does speak,

An owl of burning ember beaks,

A soft touch feather touches thy sight,

Does fly up high alone at night.

The howling wolf you hear his call,

Blood soaked teeth he does fall,

Evil eyes he stops and stares,

Growling first to be oh so far.

Cracking house on rock tops,

Empty sirens that never stop,

Boneless body that slides and flops,

Hear the innocent heart go pop.

Answer 1

wow!  the poem  is brilliant  and it is best poem i read

Answer 2

"Hi!"

Very creative poem. with picturesque scenery. Well written.

WELL DONE!

A poem ti be published.

Cheers : )

Answer 3

i can hear the voice of nature here. . . nice