Submissions by Nebulous

The Boy Who Cried Snizzerwit
a storypoem of dark fantasy


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On dim dismal eves when wind blows through the boles,
whipping leaves to wet piles, lake waves to the shoals,

and flames ebb on a cold cobbled hearth,
shedding shadows sans laughter and mirth,        

the following tale passes parent to child,  
blankets bundled close, eyes round and wild,  

as retold are the tales of a past misdeed,  
replayed to remember,  not allowed to recede  

from the collective recall of all...