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Crone

The ancients tremble in anticipation
E'er wakeful to her gateways of fire
Restless winds of time surely could devour them
Will she be swallowed up in jealousy's mire?
Vunerable but n'er oft' defeated
Assembled in Rainbows mountain of Doom
Spirits e'er weary of her mastery
Dancers of light embrace the moon;
Madness surely shall contnue to replensih?
The old crones withered memory?
Failing to attain the truth from her brains file cabinent
Fragments of her reality perhaps n'er to be...

A Belated Halloween Poem
Dedicated to: An Old Friend?
FromJunior High School
Her memory of me...and reality...

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