Mona Rene Riel Poems

A cause without direction,
is an effort titled "waste"

This titled effort of momentum
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Hollow shadows,
Empty screams
Endless howling
Goulish dreams
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with the striking beauty of the young
at breast of mum, how their hearts had sung
with temptress did glow, was wayward and foulish
secretly snatched by those that were goulish
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Tick, Tock,
The old witch is without the chimes of a clock.
60 on the hour,
The old witch is without any power.
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I see you standing there
It's like you haven't a care
I see what we once were
And now, you with her!
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The night was bright, and, not so long ago
With shoes too tight, that made the going slow
A potion in her pocket, three crystals in her hand
She had prayed all would go as initially planned.
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