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These battlements surround me

broken mortar,crumbling stone.

Fissures widen with time,

cracks issue dispairing screams

dripping moss clutches walls

towers bend in the wind

crying in fear and dread.

Creatures advance from the wood,

nervous and cautious,

set foot on the doorstep,

mewing softly.

The dark, huddled figure,

it poses no threat,

dejected,beaten,fallen.

the creatures take possession

for now

and forever.

Tred lightly and with reverence within these walls, for it is here that I sleep; surrounded by the tools of the hunter; the mirror, the garlic, the crucifix, the hammer and the stake…the stake that stopped the heart after only a hundred years of beating, the heart that should have beat for many lifetimes more.

These hunter’s tools have taken me from the world and left my love to walk it alone. May he find the hunter through his bitter tears and may similar tools bring my love to me…

Then may we both be together to slumber for eternity…

The mirror, the garlic, the crucifix, the hammer and the bloody stake;

Sweet Dreams are made of these!