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Erella Evangel Nov 2014
11 /14

Cloaks of Shadows hide me away,
Don't Let the monsters get me today.
I swear a’ oath, of blood and truth.
Pay I shall, so do not sway.
Eat me later, for I very prefer you.
To fall in your depths, lost forever in content.
Why not, must I say?
But Alas to Death you shall hand me over.
A friend now, but later foe.
For a predator to all, you sure are.
Cloaks of shadows do not care.
To those who listen, beware.
November 2014

What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far—
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar

Whose limit none have ever seen,
But just his lid of glass—
Like looking every time you please
In an abyss’s face!

The grass does not appear afraid,
I often wonder he
Can stand so close and look so bold
At what is awe to me.

Related somehow they may be,
The sedge stands next the sea—
Where he is floorless
And does no timidity betray

But nature is a stranger yet;
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor simplified her ghost.

To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her, know her less
The nearer her they get.

— The End —