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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Pluto’s Dark Abode" they say you can feel her walking through you it only happens when the frost and mist is about where hidden wild things watch but make themselves heard in the half light they sum you up they are found in darkness they say if you stop to listen to the brook speaking its beseeching babble, you can hear your name, as if summoning you, so you make your way and kneel at the edge, as if in solemn worship what you see in the glimmering reflection, is not you, you suspected this all along, that what calls you forward into lost glades such as this, are strange haunted creatures phantoms from your abyss seeking unwelcome conference and exchange of currents electric not completely foreign, this one she smiles in darkness eyes like magnets she pulls you in they say you can feel her walking through you it only happens when the mist is about and wild things watch but make themselves heard in the half light you are found in darkness (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) “A Hidden Glade” / Mindgarden Rework / Jarp Music https://youtu.be/oKhUS4TnWG8 “High on a stag the Goddess held her seat, And there were little hounds about her feet; Below her feet there was a sickle moon, Waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon. Her statue bore a mantle of bright green, Her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen; Her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode Down to where Pluto has his dark abode.” (Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales)
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