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
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She knew the time was now, the signs all pointing to the Hunters Moon; the owl outside her window three nights in a row, crossing her path at dawn, alighting in the tree and watching as she made her way to the lake; the ring around the moon for three nights prior to the full [...]
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It was one of those moments when you know for certain something more than our imaginations are capable of fathoming, lingers just beyond the veil of illusion; a vision of hope, meant possibly and seen perhaps, only by me.
It was early morning; the sky was filled with ominous, rapid-moving clouds; the grey reflecting my mood, [...]
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