What Lurks Within
A mystery within the cottage sublime Whose the villian whose the hero The stranger looking in a view of time An assassin or trusting soul The harrows of perspectives force When swooning the lampoon Not lest the heroine of course When crooning the attuned All the while we wait to see Doomsday or wedding day As for me let mystery lie where it be
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013
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