Monday, February 18


Many meetings and mutterings
over recondite matters
Witches with their withering
weep over spells forgotten

Hidden from the populace
in the clandestine of the country
There flickers a light of darkness
an eternal flame of hell

Written for The Mag

6 comments:

  1. I think witches fit best here somehow. Great first two and last line! Nice sounds too...

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  2. Witches forgetting their spells? Never!! I enjoyed this :-)

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  3. It does look like a coven house, doesn't it?

    Well done.

    =)

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  4. I like your use of alliteration, especially "witches with their withering weep."

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