The Shadows Slip In
Thy'n'est Be, That'd has'eth Become of Thee,
Twass an Ire that be over thee,
Thee dine on my soul, forever more twas thee,
& Thyn twass'eth become'eth of thee . . .
Slipped from thyn grasp, thy twass'eth
& Thee Shadows surround thy
Looming the possibilities of thee End,
Of All
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2018
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