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Library in the Bog

Library in the Bog

Musty, dank, and clammy cold

furtive shadows lurk, dancing

in the twilight. Mists enfold

ancient cases, sinking, barely standing.

A catalogue of self, hidden within this fold

of brainy bog. History decomposing.

*

Danger and pain await within.

The Traveler must be stealthy, must be wary,

lest they be led astray again

by the will-o’-the-wisp and the dancing fairy.

Come upon a pilgrim past, and mark their deathly grin,

a grim reminder lest you ever seek to tarry.

*

Be wise and listen to my words

as I tell you of the lady grim.

Her beauty and her grace have ruined many lords,

bewitched by her form, svelte and trim.

Any man will gladly join her ghostly hordes,

though they be ripped limb from limb.

*

Our lady prowls these fuming halls,

seeking no prey, but sparing no man

who dares answer her mourning calls.

The one whom she adored left this lan’

long ago and past even her recall,

Death of love, this bog-mire began.

*

The overwhelming stench of decay

has eaten the flesh from her face,

and despair has well done its part to flay

her soul from her breast, and erase

the compassion she used to display.

Leaving only lust, and love debase.

*

Spoiled memories of love

crowd every drifting shelf.

Rot spilling down from memoirs above

adding ever, more filth to this bubbling piece of self.

What used to be a thriving treasure trove

of memories, is now, deplorably beyond any help.

*

People of wisdom and spirit

will avoid this library of bog and hell,

opting for life and all that comes with it.

Disregard the mire’s putrescent smell

you must pass by the Lady’s horrid pit

unless, you’re already under her spell.


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