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Here's a sample of the verse
you can expect from Michael H. Hanson's
new book of poetry.
by Michael H. Hanson
On an April night when the air is cold,
when the wolves all sleep and shadows are bold,
when the moon never blinks its yellow eye
the wise ones say Mister Deadsmile is nigh.
He’s waiting at the end of winding roads
looking for sinners to suffer his woes
like those who do wrong then run from their homes
heedless of fate and the horror it bodes.
That which confines him is compelled to free
this specter that malefactors can’t flee,
baleful apparition tasting the breeze
and licking the scent of every sin’s flea.
His grin as wide as a shark-filled shoreline
with eyes as black as a cadaver’s brine,
his laughter an icy and shocking cry,
his touch, oh his touch, will chill and malign.
So think twice my children before you act,
committing transgressions, breaking the pact
then blindly flying until you are trapped
for Deadsmile is fingering your contract.