Dark and lonely house,
Hazy in the afternoon dust,
Summer flowers turned to brown,
Will this grace be enough?
Why do I feel pain if I’m not guilty?
How can there be bloodstains
On the hard wood floor
From crimes that weren’t committed?
Surely this tragedy has no one
Left to blame in the lantern light—
Yet the sadness stays with us
And fear opens away from moonless night.
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With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem. This is the poem related to Chapter 4.
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With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem. This is the poem related to Chapter 4.
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