(nursery rhyme: if on an unassuming night a knock comes at the door
and you are griped with dreadful fright then I pray, enquire no more,
but if you feel you must enquire let it bring no surprise,
if two pale children, manners dire, appear with all black eyes,
and they will ask to be let in, and don’t for goodness sake,
for if you did unlucky friends, would be a grave mistake)
Rose mists of a crimson shade
To shroud in a woeful haze
o’er hills dressed with twisted oaks
on heels of skeletal crows
with leaves of the drearsil tree
took form on cobblestone leaves
children of a gauntly cast
garments of an ancient past
dead crows rise from hollows beneath the tree
where dead things rot but they can’t fall asleep so they sing
lullabies
a stench of unworldly air
and silence strangles the ears
save a knock at the door
and winters chill rising from the floor
open to the childlike figures
that bring unfathomable terrors
their skin grey as cloudy skies
black oceans inside their eyes
dead crows rise
from hollows beneath the tree
where dead things rot but they can’t fall asleep so they sing
lullabies
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