The Mandrake Curse
The Mandrake Curse
I spied the purple mandrake flowers
Sitting in their nest of green
And foolishly looked to rip them
From the earth they serenely sat upon
And everywhere a shriek echoed
Across the woods and leafy vales
and to my weary eyes I saw
The bulbous body resurrected
A face demonic in its glare
For being torn from fitful slumber
Wizened arms of k...
Saturday 11th April 2020 2:47 pm
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