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Wicked wizard especially in legends...
knew his lone place in dark ancient times...
a damsel long spent...
rankled young virgin dry in those places...
where once rung a bell...
come forth clever old wise man...
do us a favor, weave your spells...
all that is left is my hollow dank organ...
my lives purposes gone from me now...
with my nether world waiting...
I am your subject... grant me your hell

14 Mar 18

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quite like this but the multiple ellipsis's do not add anything to what is otherwise a very well-executed poem.  nice one goeszon.  hope you are well.
 — JKWeb