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Hide Away
This place is a dungeon
Surrounded by dark thoughts
Every problem is left here to someday die
We feed it very little
We try not to hear it,
But those sad voices still creep up on us
To leave us feeling empty and cold.
Bluer Than Blue
We all watch throught he grate
where the darkest secrets
cloaked as trouble and despair
reeking of depression
and gloom. Ghost won't
go there. Charms do not work
against their weirdings.
Spells merely exhaust breath.
Time stops until a whisp
slips free and brings frost
to make us shudder, then
turns to ice to freeze the blood.
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~Lady A~
10-10-13
3:06p
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Great poetic style and depth. Loved it. Not all poets do gloom well. ~allets~