All of the black sheep have herded their horns
All of the sad angels have spoken with tongues of thorns
Creep up that lonely chimney, been awhile
Open every tome across the table and tile
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Wow! Such rich, deep imagery. You have a wonderful vocabulary and you make use of it in a marvelous way. I want to visit Whateley's farm! Give us more of this.
A poignant piece of poetry nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.