Tailor,Tailor
weave your spell
Harken groans that
dwell beneath
Smell the fragrance
of her tomb
I left there a
bloom of dew
Light me please a
path to dead
Hollow are the
years herein
Since she left a
wail for tune
Seals do chant the
lament's rhymes
Foggy days are
now live in
Gulfs and shores the
phantom's lair
Groves are emptied
fays have gone
Nature strolls in
grief alone
Tailor,Tailor
weave your spell
Let me go to
her again
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
Tailor,Tailor
weave your spell
Harken groans that
dwell beneath
Smell the fragrance
of her tomb
I left there a
bloom of dew
Light me please a
path to dead
Hollow are the
years herein
Since she left a
wail for tune
Seals do chant the
lament's rhymes
Foggy days are
now live in
Gulfs and shores the
phantom's lair
Groves are emptied
fays have gone
Nature strolls in
grief alone
Tailor,Tailor
weave your spell
Let me go to
her again
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