Gargetheth Toll

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  • Desmotti
  • The wraith is but sadness in mortal form. It haunts to hunt, and hunts to feed. It cannot feed on any emotion. This is its pain. for emotion is not segregated it is fealt, and to feel is warmth.

Gargetheth Toll

I know not where I am...

This is all too much to bear...

The warble of sound, what can this be...

chaotic, melodic, all around me.

I move so slow, and trance I must...

Break free... sound mind I cannot trust...

none other than reason my wall I've built...

On mud and dust...the blood is spilt.........

O banished one tis I your friend...

We whisper to guide you, our knowledge we lend...

Move steady your steps, move this way we go...

to the dunes and the cliffs of Gargetheth Toll.

Fear my child you are where you most fear...

Cry my child the vapor your tears...

Scream my child and gnash for a while...

We'll wait as your memories help you...realize.

Move along now the Coviel are near...

They seek to  feast on the Dark childs fears...

Your head it sways, hoping soon your mind clears...

Move along child for the Toll is quite near...

Hell hath you in her bowels of  pitch...

We are the whispers of the twilight witch...

No where is safe to lay your sweet head...

Come now child to the pools of red....

Come child all shadows must be fed...

Come now Child for our dawns filled with dread...

Come now child… it’s off to thy bed. 

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rougepriest commented on Gargetheth Toll

10-05-2009

Helluva bed time story des, I really admire your work!

Desmotti

10/06/2009

I thank thee always for your understanding the wastes and her call

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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