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Haunting by J.L.Becker My garden grows uncertain roses And lilies pale, they hold no hue; The unicorns surrender hope of virgins And the wizard has no clue. Chattering insects distract me, And, though it's dark beneath my stone, I am long past being dazzled By this moon as white as bone. All the enchanting angels Who sing to me of my sins Are no match for my demons With their broad and luscious grins. I gaze at my reflection On the water's inky face, Pondering all the darkness Which first led me to this place. In the valley there is uproar And the villagers want my blood; But I died, in that sense, long ago . . . I thought they'd understood. (c) 1996 J.L.Becker. All rights reserved. Contribute Artwork to the Paranormal Bohemian |