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Jeepers creepers

 

 

In a shadow, 

so softly creeping 

I met a maiden

so softly weeping 

 

Her lovers blood

in her clothes, seeping

For, his wandering eyes

she'd took for safe keeping

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All Fall Down...

Down in the valley 

Where wild things grow

There came a mist

Of long ago


 

Within the haze:

A nursery rhyme

Lullabying 

Dark webs of time


Ring o' Rosie 

If you please

Come float with us

Upon the breeze


 

It gets so lonely

Down in the ether

So Mother says

It's time to feed her 


 

Pockets full 

Of posies rare

From a time

No lo...

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Folklorenurseryrhymes

Nymph

Within a forest
Within a dream
She danced amongst the evergreens

 

Until the moonlight 
Turned her pale
To become the forest's ghostly tale.

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A Place For Mushrooms

 

Roses were never within her

For only the cloying fragrance of lilies  

emanated from every pore

and ethereal breath 

A succulent moss gave comfort

like an earthly blanket

Seducing her cold, dead bones

Pale, decaying flesh turning

fertilizer for sprouting fungi: 

such tempting, flavoursome morsels 

of a fine meaty bouquet

 

The swirling breeze whispers:

 

...

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folkloremushroomsNature

The Crimson Queen!

(Happy Halloween everyone!)

 

She rides upon a crimson horse

Its eyes as black as tar

Pray not to hear her whispered name

For she'll come to where you are

 

Her skin: as white as fresh-laid snow 

And twice as cold to touch

Her hair: as black as night itself

Hold your breath now, hush!

 

For if you hear the galloping hooves

Coming to your door

Run with all ...

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