THE GREY BEARD IS GUILTY....
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leo_scamander Insanity is essence...
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"Whilst you crumble cold upon my mossy yard..."
The truth of real world poems..✒✒

and

The confession of guilt by a real world poet...✍

THE GREY BEARD IS GUILTY....

Those burrowed eyes bore unto mine,

Was it a spectre , warily beseeching?

'Cross the pearly windowpane,

A withering silhouette, the heir , of dreary lanes...

Bear with me, my child...

I'm But A B a r d ....

My sword , its sheath , one inky quill....

I could serve in gleaming letters ....

Tales of drudgery, the pangs , of hungering lads...

Unto the threshold, of fair twilight ....

Whilst you crumble cold, upon my mossy yard .....

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