ship´s cat

My eye awakens on this eve
To glimpse grim ghosts, and take sick leave
While hell-burnt black cats screech, spit, scratch
At demons in the thumping patch.
I beg vague boggarts, “Stay thy rage!”
Yet they assert, “Art is malaise.”
Before sharp words can splinter souls,
My eye is closed as sleep takes hold.

-Wrymer

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