Eternal Pain
It is a night of ethereal pain,
a song of sorrow rakes my wane,
ghosts of my past vent their howls.
The ethereal souls stir;
fog shrouds their stalking frame,
their brooding agony fallows me.
Moon beams cascade over
dark and tragic shadows,
and the sorrow of my pain
fade to gray, as my life
begins to change.
Now a night of shared tears,
I remember my pain
as a ghost remembers
their past life.
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