The Leprechaun
My creepy prose poem The Leprechaun published in Trigger Warnings.
Prose Poetry by Liúsaidh
Standing stones. Blood on the rocks. Thrice I call you, Mortal Man.
Thou hast caught my shoes, so I cannot run. In thy hands, my lantern of dark-light. I cannot lie.
Mortal Man, who seeks his wishes granted. Release me. In truth it would be better for thee to do so.
View original post 494 more words
Advertisements
Recent Comments