In Tune with all that turns and spirals,
Songs detracting from the depths Unknown,
Haunting lute Enchanting the feral,
Moving the Earth under grass New Grown.
Tides that Shift the murky Twilight
In pitch and marrow, shuddering the Core,
Tarot Speaks when Belief Kisses night,
Tripping down the tumbling steps of Yore.
Careful, Ye who Fancy adventure,
Marvel long and Entrenched Ye Shall Be,
Entombed in mossy banks, Premature,
Locked and Staring outward Eternally.
~Morgan~
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Haunting Image found at: images2.layoutsparks.com
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Love this! Muuuuaaaagggg! 👿
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LOL its fun to explore these dark sides now and then 🙂
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Very nice indeed…
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So, you are diggin’ the Halloween offerings? (LOL that doesn’t quite sound right )
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Loving the scary grave thoughts ….
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funny how we go from death and the grave to being thankful in our holidays. 🙂
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Nicely creepy!
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🙂 lol Thank You 🙂 Ill be glad when we are past Halloween, all the same LOL
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LOL. Me too. I was beginning to have nightmares! 🙂
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Oh dear….well, now we move on to Thankfulness, Snowflakes and Joyful Elves…much better 🙂
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Yes it is. 🙂
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Beautifully written, as always. I do have trouble putting words like beautiful and scary or spooky together, but I will make an exception for your poems. LOL.
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I am honoured that you should think so, Thank You Ever so much 🙂
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