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Apr 2012
There was a hole in the ground
No bigger than my hand
And as I reached in
It began to expand
In the center of the garden
Of the Castle Winter Requiem
I took all that I could find there
Or at least, what was left of them
Alas I found the tomb
Temple Goddess of the Moon
She took the form of a sparrow
From war, bitten by an arrow
And she granted me the favor
If I would so boldly choose
To pick a life with her forever
Or have a chance at cutting loose
She reemerged into a body
Morphed into a woman, grey and proud
My obsession became a hobby
As she unraveled her silken shroud

Reanimated, afoot, and coming awfully close
Her inhuman face I’ll consume forever
and mine
She loved the most.
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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