Out of Time
They'll find silhouettes of souls imprinted there.
It's a familiar feeling of of despair.
Like falling back in a chair.
It holds as much weight as words without meaning.
Figures draped in black start their convening.
"Rethe si eno vretineening".
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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