It’s good to see that same old lane
To come home where my body was slain
A stake of oak driven through my heart
A silver cleaver my head to part
And buried then, presumed to be dead
Oh yes, it’s good to see that same old lane…
Proof to me that I’ve risen again
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Ha! It’s not a welcome coming back, I bet.
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I like playing! 🙂
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Cool.
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Now… will the coming back cause grief for those who parted their head from their body?
Good one, Crispina!
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Thank you, Dale. I kept looking at the photo and I saw the typical soldier returning from war movie shot. So I twisted it a bit
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Oh, that takes it to a whole different place!
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That’s wonderful, it worked so well 😉
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A pleasure to read,
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This picture evokes such memories here’s my take, https://bobfairfield.org/2021/11/25/crimsons-creative-challenge-159-echoes-of-the-past/
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Love this Crispina ..
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This is great. I always was suspicious about these myths about beheading and stakes through the heart. Undead once, undead again… 🙂
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A bit of fun. But my first encounter with such folklore was around these lanes. Horseless riders, we had. And of course, Old Shuck, the big black dog
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