A shadow slips through Autumn’s chill
Its eyes aglow, the night stands still
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A black cat walks with silent grace
A warning etched upon his face
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Not evil, no, but fate it knows
Where secrets live and cold wind blows
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It marks the hour when spirits wake
Where dreams come true, or twist, or break
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So, if it crosses where you tread
Don’t flee in fear or hang your head
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It comes to warn, not curse or bite
A messenger as dark as night
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This is my entry for Archibald Thornes Unofficial Challenge which you can read about here:
About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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