Posted March 19th, 2017 by Gracithe1andonly
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March 19th, 2017
A/N: Eastfield related poetry. Whoop!
Roaming, screaming prophet child,
Mismatched eyes fierce and wild,
Sandy-skinned and sandy-haired-
Wounded is the heart that dared!
His voice in songs and stories ring,
His hands are calloused from the strings
Of his guitar. He sings his odes,
Roman Scott, the last Rhapsode.
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