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I saw him there under the treeroots lurking It was dark thereunder, but he beckoned darker                              *Still your rotting mouth                              Shut your eldritch eyes,                              or everywhere you'll see him* I saw him by night in my window screaming He had his owlface on with eyes like nectar-filled lamps                             *Turn away your brittle body                             Draw the covers to your chin                             and bear the beak in mind* I saw him on Sunday in the churchyard digging He laid the bones of my Father in the wet wormsoil for marrow cracked and clean                             *Stand still your writhen legs                             You cast a shadow over him,                             and he reaches up towards it* I saw him on the strand in my lover's face seething He took my lips in his and breathed into me her still beating embers I walked the path back alone, full of ash I went to my knees at the altar and tried to ***** I saw him in the steepled tower by me standing He opened his mouth and whispered the words I craved to hear I stood over their graves and cast no shadow
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Cast No Shadow
I saw him there under the treeroots lurking It was dark thereunder, but he beckoned darker                              *Still your rotting mouth                              Shut your eldritch eyes,                              or everywhere you'll see him* I saw him by night in my window screaming He had his owlface on with eyes like nectar-filled lamps                             *Turn away your brittle body                             Draw the covers to your chin                             and bear the beak in mind* I saw him on Sunday in the churchyard digging He laid the bones of my Father in the wet wormsoil for marrow cracked and clean                             *Stand still your writhen legs                             You cast a shadow over him,                             and he reaches up towards it* I saw him on the strand in my lover's face seething He took my lips in his and breathed into me her still beating embers I walked the path back alone, full of ash I went to my knees at the altar and tried to ***** I saw him in the steepled tower by me standing He opened his mouth and whispered the words I craved to hear I stood over their graves and cast no shadow
Vlarken
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
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