Ghosts of the Living
Fall the leaves of the forest tho death has yet passed...
Unto moonlit shadows within crypts' hidden rot
Apparitions they say, where the innocent massed
Oh but lo! To the truth they are blind; it is naught
They're but fragmented feelings of love left aghast;
From her heart they were torn; bits he stabbed then forgot
Laid still, bloodied no longer to beat; darkness cast
The shadows cannot hide nor contain the scars wrought
Left to wander until retribution is brought
12/18/2017
Copyright © FJ Thomas | Year Posted 2017
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