Poor Gretel
In truth: a story untold.
She never escaped the witch's oven!
Bones now wicked old,
and darker than the plumes of ravens.
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Yeti Noone
poet, mystic. Wrote it but somehow... missed it. Dark prose is somewhat of an artform of mine. Each portrait is akin to a dark meditation on the human condition/consciousness or lack thereof.
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