The Unspeakable Curse



Rain from clouds, scatter about-

Amidst the calling;

O’er the shouts-

Fire like a circle, and fire like a cloud-

Fire from all over, and nay any sound-

Drools from hounds, teeth rearing;

Maidens, through sunflower fields;

Their screams piercing-

Thunder and winds, crashing about, a face now no more, and a face without-

From one man, inflicted with a hex, and marked dead-

One man, face without-

A man, faceless…

Copyrightcopyright March 21, 2014

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