Enthrall
_There’s a lot of squally showers here - the great British weather inspired this one!_
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The need to die is real
Like a thousand shattering squalls
The will to live is full
With a pace of rhythm deal
When mixed up in the drama
Your person drawn to mellow
At midnight will be revealed
The hunger of the spirits
Lying in angst wait for your soul
No man or woman can repel
It’s like a clasp or spell
Dance until you are dizzy
And wait for the low slung bell
To chime (and it so will)
And with you taken -
Misgiving and misfortune.
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