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About This Poem
A Deep Crypt
In a deep crypt
With moss covered walls
All damp and musty
Candles cover all the niches
And dark shadows cast
There’s a light
Coming from a crystal ball
In center of the room
Showing twisted faces
That can be used for evil
The witch controls them
Through the channels of the ball
She takes over her devious ways
And brings pain
To innocent people
All for fun
Russell Sivey
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