Full moon light cracks the midnight sky
spill light onto headstones
fog beings it's ancient dance of death
Overtime, decrepit flesh fill the land of life
a being, no longer of this world
Cemetery gate phantom door
where the unknown face fact
adolescent female drenched in darkness
sway under crippling branches
Gazing downward, witness evidence of roots that move the Earth
Crow crying supply dying space with song of life
stones of century old
Put to rest, final destination
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Author:
Lovett4166 (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2017 10:33
- Category: Reflection
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Great write
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