Tungley Woods:

A slain creature, a blade of mean

material driven through an unfeeling heart,

a monument to the macabre and the maleficent.

A dwelling of demonic incubus, that which

torments the fantasy of innocent youth,

and where ‘ ’tis forever brillig’.

An abode where another, a frumpy and ruinous

monster still resides.

The one that was ignored and a volucrine mate.


Venture with caution if you will,

it is nonsense only if one does not respect

the depths and depravity a mind can abjure to.



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