Splintered helve
The clock struck twelve;
the spirits stirred, In haunting dance
She splintered helve;
White magic cured, In peaceful trance
Hold the clouds
Lift the shrouds
Joyful we must be
Peace come finally on us
Under this old tree
#completethepoem
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the spirits stirred, In haunting dance
She splintered helve;
White magic cured, In peaceful trance
Hold the clouds
Lift the shrouds
Joyful we must be
Peace come finally on us
Under this old tree
#completethepoem
© All Rights Reserved