A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Witches are Witches; The King is the King
All hail to the bearer; The Bearer, the Ring.
Upon my broad shoulder is perched a dark wound,
reminding me always of watchers and tombs.
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