Dark In the Cold

this is my house
death is my spouse

my love is gone and I'm with pain
alone in my arctic abode
my wife now walk a widows road 
I don't think I can breathe again

alone in my arctic abode
she passes through my placid plane
if walls could talk; perchance I'm slain
my wife now walk a widows road

this is my house
alone in my arctic abode
from dusk til dawn I haunt her vain
my wife now walk a widows road
death is my spouse

death is my spouse
this is my house

1-30-2022
meditative ballad
sponsor: emile pinet
used rhyme zone and hms
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Dietrich Avatar
February 6, 2022 at 11:17 AM
wow, what an interesting take on the life of a ghost. I sure enjoyed this one.
M  Avatar
January 31, 2022 at 6:32 AM
Hey Johnny….what a haunting tale….I liked it. Debx
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