Myra of the Moors

Myra of the Moors


There is an evil, God forsaken wilderness
Undeserving of name or colour or forgiveness
Where contorted children scream beneath
Weather beaten black heather
Where methane gas chokes the dead grass
Where Keith can still be heard, whispering
‘Burn in Hell’



Harry Mills
Bolabog Apartelle Boracay Philippines
24th July 2012
From : The Shadow of a Dead Child