Shamanistic

Once granted gruff whispers
of what can never be,
I tremble and tumble
when quoting the banshee
stroking the souls now dead
to embed dread in me.

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heterodynemind
What a little gem, the first line is evocative.
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Negative_TheFallen
'Embed dread in me'!! Voodoo poetry here..
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Lynda Robson
Good flow to this write, well penned
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LightH2O
Very interesting!
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