Spirit Mantles

Spirit sucking mantles
Are stored in watery graves;
Where sprites are saved
From suckling mentals,
Where excreted secrets lay
Further than coastal manta rays,
So should it remain.

Alas,
A ghoul passes
Plucking one from
The watery depths
Past the cape.

The mantle is worn,
Ripped and shredded,
As its fringes bled,
While the ghoul
Knowingly traced
Ways to race away
From impunity’s pleas,
While it limply drapes
Its outlines,
Ordained.

-Sabs-

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