Shadow's Call
Shadows swirl within the mind
Visions of endless sorrow
Death awaits within shadows
Cold and clammy spector's grip
Final words, fall on deft souls
Cold hearts, as fridgid as shadows
Crow no longer Caw's
Heart falls in final defeat
Crumbled at loves feet
And the Shadow swirls, engulfing what is left
NOTHING
Copyright © Jean Moyer | Year Posted 2005
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