Wretched phantoms
unleash their dark side
abiding to haunt me
the sleepless nights,
with no plead in sight
Glazing at the moonlight
which shimmers bright into my eyes
few pages left unturned,
for the reflection of lies
Starlit serenades
midnight moon
unveil the wicked
a bit too soon
Believing the way is theirs
they march towards the unknown
Descending footsteps
hollow whimpers
disguise the snow
like the scent of sorrow
Bells of misery
strike without warning
demons within screeching
Could this be the beginning?
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Author:
The Night Owl (
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Comments1
Great write
Thank you so much!
You're welcome
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