Today's prompt is to start with a line from another poem.
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
And all shall listen to the words they did not say;
Shouts and screams will puncture the soft mist
Of the newly dawning day, and memory, fickle memory
Shall twist and turn its convoluted tales, torturing
The recollections into a shape that shall not
Offend the vicar.
(c) 2ndwitch, 25/04/16
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