Walk with me, through streets caressed by silence and fog; the night washes over us like a fine mist; cloaked in darkness, we glide over the cobblestones like specters, haunting the town with our presence; basking in the glow of the moon, breathing in the scent of rain and exhaling secrets left unspoken; I turn towards the cemetery, and you follow; we are children of night, embracing the world of decay and obscurity; come, let us dance among the devils and the wandering souls; bonded for eternity by sinister passion.
©2022 by Twisted Libra
Until next time…
Dancing Among the Remains 