Wooden Bridge

Phantoms on the other side
Brushing me as they go past;
Secrets of the wooden bridge,
Ghostly and aghast

Ancient times that none recall,
In the long forgotten wood;
Shades of disappearing worlds,
Long parades we’d all see
If we could

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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