Wordcraft
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
From the depths of your core
the bottomless πΈπ¦ππ
Pour out the musings of your mind
Splintered thoughts you dwell
we are the heathens forgotten
The mystics unwell
Let loose the ward of your void
Open the dungeons of hell
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
The craving paper calls
echoes into the πΈπ¦ππ
π²πΆπ¦π―π€π© πͺπ΅'π΄ π΅π©πͺπ³π΄π΅ π°π© πΈπͺπ»π’π³π₯
Like a rain in the desert
So
With the ink of your feelings
Engrave your spell
From the depths of your core
the bottomless πΈπ¦ππ
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
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By Tracie Sperlinga day ago in Poets
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