Tag: night poems
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Trainlure
By an impatient outpatient graveyard Shot hard that hydra-carted rumbling clacktrain Massive as a Gawainfoe, and manmade, so vain. As an arrow flaming bathes yellow the life it claims, So was that narrow passage shorn of midnight nakedness. Bell, book, and candle; Vellum book handled by hours lamplit. Championship chances my damp-lip cauldron creates amply.
Alchemisland 