With weeping whispers I wallow over the haunted graves.
Full moon rises and I witness their soul faces in airwaves.
Death bursts with opal bones sending shockwaves.
We dance above the sea and save sailors among ocean's waves.
The reaper’s skeleton sails to full moon as he paves
His ebony cloak as my infinity basket while I kiss star's saves.
His scythe shimmers silvery, transforming into several glaves.
Moments breathe into eternity as we slip into watery caves.
September 6th 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 Eight Line Form
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