Warren Atherton

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On Wuthering Heights

'Tireless sleep, I hear her weep
Across dark plains in her lonesome keep.
So far away her soul in dismay
Where echoing moans keep Cathy at bay.'

I'll fly like the breeze across all the seas,
Endlessly on, for her heart to appease.
A sad moon shines across the windy moor,
On to her rescue, break open deaths' door.
There we'll entwine, one essence refine.
One pure light mere words can't define,
And harrowing nights with their fiendish sights,
Will reap the wild wind on Wuthering Heights.

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A Chilling Tale

With a last gasp of innocence
The Reaper turned its' head.
Precipitated anger burned
Through evil eyes of red-
Eyes of the undead.

Ghastly tasks beheld it,
Born of witches womb.
Rotting flesh its' maddening crave's

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