Hall of the Dead

With utter delight my senses flair,

A misty perfume in the air.

Passing by, a beauty rare,

As I capture her with my stare.

Her hair of black,

Put me back,

To memories of love,

On lazy summer days,

The yellow sun above,

In sky’s of blue and grey.

This queen all dressed up in red,

Took over my heart,

Fucked up my head.

It lasted for a few seconds more,

As she turned and entered through the door,

Of hallways filled with ghosts,

And shadows of the dead

Dreamless yet lurking in their stead.

There she exists,

As the earth turns and twists,

Like the blood in my heart,

We are never apart.

She walks in the hall,

Beauty and all.

Her scent shall always linger.

Like the ring on my finger.

I loved her in life,

I weep for her death.

The morning is her will,

As the night it stands still.

And the shadows, they walk,

In united solitude, without any talk.