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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Continued from Part 1 The orphans and widows lean into the breeze watching horrified hangmen descend to their knees for the angel of mercy’s no longer inclined to forgive vengeful phantoms (oh Furies of night!) , I’ll not leave you behind. The bandits are brazen, the highwaymen lurk, some imbibing dark brews of a hag’s handiwork, mostly gulping from goblets like goblins maligned. Woman! Widen your wings, catching wisps of the wind I’ll not leave you behind. The lepers laugh, leaping from tombstones of steel chasing rollaway caskets on luminous wheels; while their shadows shake, shrouded, twixt trees intertwined, twisted time melts at midnight, take hold of my hand, I’ll not leave you behind. The gremlins grope, grinning face down in the dust, while the sprites and the pixies are watching nonplussed. They sling bolted arrows at spectres enshrined within winds somewhat flustered, just fly from your fears I’ll not leave you behind. The tattered toy teddies and raggedy Anns have escaped to the skyways in kid caravans but now, spellbound by fancies, know not that they’ll find their parade’s evanesced into echoes of dawn – I’ll not leave you behind. The wind’s my enchantress, beguiles and commands me to search for my fortune in faraway lands and whispers her mysteries of passions entwined, for the wind is Isolde – unfurling my sails I’ll not leave you behind. End
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