Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein Poet Narrative

The Fortune Teller's Cabin Part 1

Last Wednesday afternoon,
When I left my tomb,
There was a letter at the door-

Pentagram stamped,
Madame Rapoza's scrawl:

"When we last met,
Your heart was in the woods
And my cabin bare,
But how can I tell your fortune,
without you there?"

To be continued...

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