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GOTHIC

By GP Hyde



You crept into my chamber, as the moon

shone weakly on my sleeping state, abandoned

in drowsy reverie. You took my soul

while I slumbered, sprang through the open


window, landing on the turf below. You slunk

towards the clearing in the Forest where

the Dark Pond lies. You clutched me by my ankle

(as the legend requires) and slowly


lowered me into the blackened depths.

The waters closed above me until I sprang refreshed,

with strength renewed and with my mission

of revenge now glowing within my mind.



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