The Creaking Swing
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* double etheree *
The moon hardly pierces the winter clouds.
Afar, a solitary wolf howls.
The girl sits on the Glum-Glade swing.
The pain of her claws growing
and the frost made her wince.
Still one rocking and
she will become
the raven
ready
to
fly
and spread
the seeds of
malediction.
Cursed are those who have
discovered her secret.
It is dangerous to spy
on a sorceress in the woods.
Afar, a solitary wolf dies.
And the moon weeps behind the frigid fog.
Copyright © A. Ormulyce | Year Posted 2023
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