Nocturnal errand
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
16 days ago
I wander back my latent teen days
of a dolorous errand in a scary night,
through foreboding paths of fays
too deep, too lonely, a remote path
of flight, of fear-- her life still lie
"I'm afraid of certitude-- the sorcery
monkey skull gossip the dangers lock
in the night-- her nocturnal apparition
on a divan so pale, so stiff, still lie
Weak glow erupted a volcanic flare--
"do not touch me with lethal hand
I importune, by the hooting of owl,
the bray of monkey and dread of dark"
o, willothewisp, guard of the marsh
till I see her corpse so pale, still lie.
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