Coven Cold Poem by Arik Fletcher
Coven Cold
What happened to our haven,
That most sacred of all towns,
What once was vibrant and alive,
Now home to mindless clowns,
What happened to our people,
Those children of the night,
Who once were strong and plenty,
Now shadows in the light,
What happened to our glory,
All that we swore to keep,
What once gave us true power,
Now simply makes us weep.
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