A wrinkle in time,
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A blip upon some ancient radar,
Leads me to a place borne of rhyme.
Someone hath been here before,
Ages ago, as hell unleashed,
Death begged and pleaded for more.
Unspeakable horror did spread,
Throughout the village upon the river’s bed.
Villagers spilling over with dread,
The great fire was fed.
Lost in time,
I traverse slowly,
In this place borne of rhyme.
And to this place I’ve come,
To lay bare the past,
To strike its ancient drum.
A place steeped in secrets and sorrow,
Where there must have appeared no tomorrow.
The quaint village glistens upon antiquated mounds,
But underneath, hell abounds.