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Fire burns
Without a flame
A face within it
Has no name
Free to roam
The forest night
No one sees her
In the light
Eyes that pierce
The bravest soul
Cut through the heart,
Create a hole
That bleeds out life,
Becomes the spirit
Listen closely,
You will hear it
Screams, they come
From every angle
Within the trees,
A vision mangles
Capturing
Every living presence
This is she,
The false quintessence
Born from powers
Much unknown
Rises to glory,
On a fiery throne
A queen who bows
Before no other
Remains, eternally,
The satanic mother
Whose son breeds,
Only hatred and war
She’ll fuel his hunger,
Forever more.
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay
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Thanks so much, my friend!! xoxoxo
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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And I think my Mothers bad 😫 a halloween one for sure
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Oh my! Yes, a month of Halloween 🎃 👻🕷😉
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Mother of the year… NOT
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🤣🤣🤣
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