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The

Gypsy

Soull

REAPER

Two moons rising over a darkened field

The energy love brings also has dangers for you to yield…

The rolling fog creeps slowly. Or is it standing still?

As all the people stare in awe at the sky, watching the ominous thrill

The moons are crescent, inching, crimson with glow

The meaning behind the couple, they will never know

As the township, entranced, fall fast asleep...

 

The grim enigma begins to reap.

by

E. A. Spain

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