There's not to be a place for unresolved blame,
hearts' needed rest from residual pain –
Tear old wounds by means of your own leisurely sane,
but.... be whist upon grassy blades,
harboring ghouls will surely grab any from shadowy plains;
Do not attempt hiding to seek within jilted games,
they've grown accustomed towards free-formed play;
Old rules once instilled, needn't be uttered or claimed,
ears fall short beneath forceful range,
dark dwellers have non rationale against spirits who seek this hidden realm of riddled:
strange.
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Cryptics' Fabled Tales
PuisiA 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...