Strange is it not to fall so in love at a funeral
Stranger still to fall so in love with the deceased
A love that might to some seem a bit delusional
I savor the pallor and stillness of life surceased
Often I revisit those from whom I have tasted
I've lingered too long gazing at my beloved prey
I must wait now lost in memories of our embrace
Till sunset and again I'll dance this bloody ballet
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Author:
gramann001 (
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- Category: Fantasy
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