Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Healing is coming along, but now I am away for my job and will not be on as often as I wish I could be. So, I just thought I would put this out there as an explanation so people don’t think I’m flaking off or ghosting. Thank you for reading, engaging, and understanding. 🖤🕯️🦴🙏 See you intermittently and on the other side! Read, write, fucking rebel! 🤘😏
Healing is coming along, but now I am away for my job and will not be on as often as I wish I could be. So, I just thought I would put this out there as an explanation so people don’t think I’m flaking off or ghosting. Thank you for reading, engaging, and understanding. 🖤🕯️🦴🙏 See you intermittently and on the other side! Read, write, fucking rebel! 🤘😏
Fatal is the harsh blow
That cuts deepest the wounds
From which the blood doth flow
And wherein dark death blooms
Who halts to listen well
To the shrill, distant cry?
For whom doth aged bell
Toll its haunting reply?
Ghostly app'rition stares
With vengeful malcontent.
Its horrid finger bares
Blame to its dark intent.
Haunted is the lost one
Who at death's door awaits.
Lo, the evil that's won;
It never dissipates.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2017 17:47
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
Really really good I like the flow and the style excellent write.
Mugsdaddy
Thank you so much.
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