5 - She Seeds

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(Painter: Unknown) 

The clock ticked through his chambers

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The clock ticked through his chambers. 

Dreams had soiled his dear bed. 

He had not yet known her so- 

To him, her legacy, dead 

and he knew not partition 

which had banished the Salem 

and vanquished the hungry stead,

but, like a plump pumpkin's head, 

she called forth invocations 

of prosperity, not dread, 

but through the walls, we heard calls 

of strangers we had gathered. 

Go now! Go now! We fell short 

and the Faceless began to 

breathe over the land as she, 

through the drowning woodlands, seeds. 


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