Hazy, twisted shades of grey, Rain drizzles down from above, Like crooked, bony fingers tapping against my skin. I look out over the slabs of stone, As the wind begins to tousle my hair, I feel a presence other than my own. The cemetery is awash in silence, Save for the rain and the wind,Continue reading “A Poem…”
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Danse Macabre
Awash in the chill of death…
