Messing About With Words
My creepy prose poem The Leprechaun published in Trigger Warnings.
Standing stones. Blood on the rocks. Thrice I call you, Mortal Man.
Thou hast caught my shoes, so I cannot run. In thy hands, my lantern of dark-light. I cannot lie.
Mortal Man, who seeks his wishes granted. Release me. In truth it would be better for thee to do so.
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