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Taking Form

Posted by Shadow Wolfe on February 16, 2018 at 9:05 PM

Calling to the Mossy Oak

Words that curl by sooty smoke

Fires crack and spark so high

"I have a form to take this night.



From darkness, blood, and tears

She comes out of their fears

And laughing she ages expresses

The lustful sin her smile caresses.



So take the form and don't delay!

Her family is coming home today!"

And sleeping fae bursts into bloom

A pall to hang, like thread from loom



And running fast among the trees

She scrapes her face, and rends her knees.

But as she screams into the night

She drags the moon up to cast its light.

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Reply Cutter
2:40 PM on February 17, 2018 
There is a wonderful sing-song nature to this that reminds me of a witch's cant or a shanty! Beautiful!
Reply Marsha
2:56 AM on February 17, 2018 
Incredible ink!