Imp Lore
Shadows play upon my skin,
ebbing, waning, flowing
from their gain,
their touch leaves a shiver
from the fanged release of sin,
a shudder down my spine,
a reminder of the unknown,
thoughts; did I let them in?
So do I welcome the shadows,
as they linger and fade,
leave a residue calling
card for their Empress shade.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2024
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