Maidens of the Dark
Eerie silence
Cemetery sound
Rolling mist
Over sacred ground
Moonlit night
Shadowing tree's
Temperature lowering
Chill like breeze
On the top of a mound
Through the mist they came
A trio in white
Of bloodless veins
Lifeless eyes
Staring ahead
This trio of white
The walking dead
Summoned by
Their darkened black
Too far they came
They can't go back
In deathly pleasure
Before the dawn
With their darkened master
The dead reborn
The night fades
Into morning new
The dark now bright
The living in view
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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