white with fright.
on the blackest night.
spinning all around.
pumpkin heads.
nightmare shreds.
ashes, ashes on the ground.
"we all fall down."
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Imitations of Immortality
PoetryPoety. I guess that makes me a poetess, or a Lady Poet. They both sound funny. I like to be called storyteller, world-builder, bard. I tell stories in epics, and legends in rhyme. They are all futile attempts, as it is merely clumsy poet's song. Tho...
