1st December prompt from Hades Lord of the Dead: Beneath the stars.
Beneath the Stars
Beneath the stars, the silvered moor
Spreads out from mist-laced mire to tor:
Deep shadows where lost souls can hide;
Where past and present paths collide;
And bone-deep grievances endure.
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Beneath the stars, the granite wall,
And turrets of an ancient hall.
A line of yews, a moorland gate;
A routine stroll, the hour is late;
The moonlight's pale caress on all.
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Beneath the stars, coal eyes burn clear;
A creature born of hate and fear,
Entwined in dreadful deeds, long past,
A timeless curse, fulfilled at last.
A legend, brought to life, draws near…
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