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Altmania #6 by Mabel Mouth
Hallow's Rest
Cackles chew at silk-purse ears; the bite
of chittering demons tearing at kindness,
feasting on broken dreams. Fingers claw
satin hung in tatters; uneven valance-draped
wisps filter light, already dim.
An old house stands behind ravaged trees,
windswept shingles grey and tenacious,
holding tight. The last vestiges of shelter
gleam through windows lit eerily
from within. Hallows rest at the sill
peeping in and wishing Dark House life.
Hallow's Rest
Cackles chew at silk-purse ears; the bite
of chittering demons tearing at kindness,
feasting on broken dreams. Fingers claw
satin hung in tatters; uneven valance-draped
wisps filter light, already dim.
An old house stands behind ravaged trees,
windswept shingles grey and tenacious,
holding tight. The last vestiges of shelter
gleam through windows lit eerily
from within. Hallows rest at the sill
peeping in and wishing Dark House life.