Down in the valley, back in the day, before all this was built up.
In the meadow, behind the old mill, not with the roof, the one without?
Some claim the place is haunted, I guess here is the proof, all.
Tired, after a long walk, I rested there, and woke, to hear
Rhyme, of a kind. Of fate and fortune, pain and guilt.
A sprite in black dress, with keen eyes spoke to me.
Crow all you want, she did! She made this plea,
Tried to convince me to step forward, drop my fear
It's not too late to join the rich and famous, dear!
Own your own journey, she said and bit a coin, fly free.
Name your price, I said. A three percent transaction fee! Infamy.
About the Creator
Frank Havemann
Frank is from the 80’s and lives in Oxford with family and cats on a rich diet of writing, music, maths and books.
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Comments (1)
Why am I smiling so hard after reading this? Well done, sir. 👍🏽