Tick.... walk,
Tick.... stalk,
see a waver steal flickering flame,
seize weary tongue from speaking foul name –
Lay now, and exhaust feared eyes,
It shall listen for another – passing thou by,
nevertheless, note clear, lead warning....
Caught ever slight awake –
Sun shall never wake thee in light of morning.
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Cryptics' Fabled Tales
PoetryA poetry collection inspired by Halloween and all things wickedly Horror. Copyright © 2016-2018 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Reserved All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form...
