mists of midnight on the moor
where whisper 'why' and wail 'wherefore'
fiendish frights of fang and fist
tempest tantrums taunt and twist
gargoyles gross and ghosts grotesque
broken bodies, blood's burlesque
frozen fear, fevered fog
dark, disturbing dialogue
stirs the spiral, sends the soul
hurtling down a hellish hole
yet, I yearn for yesteryear
sailing smooth, or storm severe
lest our love be lost, unlink'd
e'er erased; entombed, exti--
-- © Jackson Cambridge, 2016.
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