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In this
hovel of wood and mortar
There dwell somber
ghosts
Memories, dreams, longings
all
conspire and feast upon
the host
With splintered psyche
and morose eye
I watch them locking in
embrace
Like silk tendrils of smoke
they drift
Obscuring the mirrored
reflection of my face
I know
outside these walls lies a forest deep
Of watercolor hues of emerald
and jade
And 'neath crystal falls
in a cleft in ancient rock
Lie the dream walkings
of a hostage maid
Who lies deep in an eldrich
trance
Bound by wrought iron and
mystic rune
Her mind roams the velvet
stream
And dances with shadows
neath the frosted moon.
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