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Jack Hackney

Poems
- The Scarlet Rug
- Black Butterfly
- Soul Clown

The Scarlet Rug (1 rating)
         by Jack Hackney

There's a man that walks alone
At night strolling through the park
Preys on the evil and corrupt
Those with fear of the dark

The good all disappeared at now
A black hole where it used to lay
Depth and severity unseen
With a smell of rot and decay

Everyone longed the dark be lifted
Dark would turn to a pure white
On a scarlet rug it lies
This hot and hellish night



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