Silence a glove
Which fits too tight
The chiming clock
Of eternal night.
Shadows, ghosts
Flowing mist
An aching lust
Gothic kissed.
Red ruby lips
Ragged hair
Of wild, wild women
Infinitys stare.
Quill to ink
To paper raw
Words to fall
To deaths dark door.
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