There's a cloak,
Whose da-mask fabric
Wove-spunn,
Out a Monster's Textiles
Web and crotchety stitches with,
Witch old,works against the clock
There's weaving there's knitting,
The little girl wishes,
She could clock turn back
Hardly has she slept
Mission to ground break new
Cloaked in newts,
She can barely breathes.
©phyllrype
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