Lucian Falls

July 3, 2010
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I felt odd
I felt strange
Just a little queer

Every noise
Every shadow
Just enough for me to fear

Through the moor
In the door
Weapon of choice: spear

Footsteps and mystery
Creeps upon the bed
Murder in his eyes clear

The sorrow
The pain
Just ends with a tear

Body bent in perish
Which the maggots cherish
A final blood smear





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