Winter's Horror Show
With spooked nerves' dead of night woe
This horror show
Morns and fogged, quaking on through.
Eves and fogged, back.
A bony figure's stiffness
And lifelessness
Treed, which its leading part plays.
Treed, with star's knack.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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