Casting feral lots.
Damned cabalic anchors.
Fiddling with the plots.
Senseless moonlight vigils
Forgetting what was named.
Dried corpses dancing madly.
After all those famed.
Whispers in the darkness.
Playing with your dreams
Snippitts of Illusions
Never what they seem.
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 1:34 AM
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