It is dark now and at the edges of the old thick and weathered warped wood of the arched door to the ancient stone built church I can see glimpses of his musty dark cape as he moves around, yet though I know that he is evil, totally evil, I am irresistibly drawn to him and his ways, and before I can stop myself, I am lifting the heavy brass knocker and letting it fall upon the plate alerting him of my arrival like the slow tolling of a bell…
Submitted: October 28, 2021
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DampKitten
Hey, sweet man!
Mon, November 1st, 2021 1:43amAm I missing something here? We're knocking on the door (big brass knocker - okay, I get that)....what happens next?
Sometimes I get drawn to guys wearing a cape, but this guy doesn't sound like superman.
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Yeah, it's a funny piece... and a dream I had... god knows what it means... but thanks for commenting and good to hear from you!
Mon, November 1st, 2021 3:55am