With bitter regret, mine heart’s been laden Since Hallowmas when thou our bed-vow broke And now perjured be roam I loath-burdened Waiting for the day this prank I do choke…
I'm honored to have an old short story turned poem, “On Hallows’ Eve, A Nightmare,” published at Spillwords today, October 24th. Won't you read, please. Thanks.
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