Circuitous

The witching hour
Like a raven’s hair
The moon’s gone
Few stars shone
The heart’s beating
The body’s shaking
Pan’s flute fills fear
Hecate’s prime hour
A traveler’s lost in it
Wandering in circuit
Of roaming, wandering
neverending.

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Stephanie Suh

I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome.

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