A Night and a Dry Dream
A night and a dry dream
Open my mind to scream
All that was and will be
In remnants fading
Edgar Allan Poe chokes
As a grey face in a hall
Flies though a worn wall
Dark clouds wash over
Gravestones moan gray rain
As marble cherubs mock their pain
With gnarled hands yearning
Can't you see the crypt turning?
Copyright © Alex Roth | Year Posted 2013
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