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dVerse — Poetics — The Ballad of Hillscomb

image link The Ballad of Hillscomb Folks claim when Red rode in one dusk the sky poured blackish green;That green of corn crept black and that their apple cheeks drained ash;The steed Red wheeled was white as death, with apparition's sheen;Her burdened mules' poor staggered steps as if to be their last. They say that… Continue reading dVerse — Poetics — The Ballad of Hillscomb