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The Shop of Dolls by
Jordan Moller The shadows, set to dance by flame
of figurines
in lantern light
The Shop Of Dolls becomes a Ball
of eldritch things, when comes the night
The soldier dolls
then march to quell
the madness of the marionettes
the harlequins who once stood still,
caper about and pirouette
The puppets hold their congress now,
their jury high upon the wall
Plush beasts upon the shelf below,
gaze
up and wish that one would fall
But as the lantern flame is spent,
the oil that serves the spell, run dry
These
revelers of the dance are sent,
once more to sleep, till night is nigh.
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Whispers of Fantasys by Cathy Spangler
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