Shaman's horror delights demands.
The creatures stirring in the stands.
Are want to wander derelict streets.
The kinds they're forming in their sheets.
Misty mountains make their home.
They the ones of winding road.
Bless the spiral, bless the norm.
Bless the lightning, coming storm.
I dare bewitch thee, heart and stone.
The meager minds we winched, atone.
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Author:
Sydney Zane (
Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2024 19:28
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
A descriptive write S. though I'm not into bewitching myself! (heehee).
Probably for the best! lol
Thank you for the feedback. 🙂
Ooh no, not today, thank you - not any day! lol.
Most intriguing in its wording and rhyme. It feels mystical in its nature.
Mystical is such a lovely descriptor. Thank you for such a wonderful compliment.
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