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Storming Eden - Witches style ... assignment by Yochi Ottensooser
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The grass is soft
A pillow for those benumbed
The sky, a dream, awoken
Dislocated jaws spitting rain
The unknown glides about
A scan of my surroundings
The shadows closing in
The air is charged
The sky all shades of black
They’re sighted by the horizon
I hide behind a flimsy bush
The only cover in this wasteland
They creep forward with that eerie grace
Their stench assails my lungs
They sing their horrid songs
Countless hours cramped and scared
Until one of them passes by
Takes a glimpse and I know I’m doomed
All I see is grey
They cackle evermore
I wake up to a dizzy vision
A blur of green and black
Their faces clear cut though gruesome
My fear is almost physical
They blend a bubbling cauldron
A beaker full of the morbid potion
Forced against my lips
The chunky and vile concoction
Slipping down my throat
My life becomes obsolete
A blue moon shining above me
The wind whistling sharply in the trees
My soul within me
But where am I
Dead or alive who knows
O Hail Macbeth For Thy Shalt Be King
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