Deaths Procession


It is a night of sorrow,
a fog of ethereal pain
roll’s into the deep,
Spirits vent their loneliness.
The eternal night
stirs with emotions.

Night shrouds the shadows gaunt,
an eternal darkness move’s
with slow procession.

Midnight stars cascade over
pale and tragic mountain tops, and valleys
fell with the rivers misty flow,
as their peeks part slightly,
to let the souls stream from
the pale valleys beneath.

Now a night of shared vitality,
Ghostly shadows
thirst for the light.
Only to be greeted by deaths sway.

The sun never got headway.

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