Wherever she leads

Words pour forth
Clock ticks on
Night falls deeper

Must
follow
the
Muse

© jillterry

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SIGNS

The first letter
Of the first
Word

Put down and
Purged

The stroke of
Midnight

All Hallows Eve

He always
Believed
Her to be a
Witch

Leaving him damned
And cursed

One thousand and one
Her number on
The list

Nameless
Faceless
Meaningless
Conquests

The exact number
Final word count
At the end of first
Go-round

Everything flowing
Coming with ease
Alignments just right
For slaying the
Dead

© jillterry