Hell hath no fury
Hell needn’t any.
The frost stung enough
And the blades kept singing.
All the devils
All the devils
Laughing in the wind.
Hell hath no fury,
Hell hath none.
It blooms instead in
Wild and forgotten
Groves
And bones.
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