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Poetry By: Soulmirror

grave, moonlight, fantasies...

Submitted:Oct 2, 2011    Reads: 26    Comments: 7    Likes: 6   

The aura of coldness

Shades bleeding heart of boldness.

The scent of loss brought by pain.

At the forgotten grave of hope slain.

Warmly memories uncared stay

Watching over the stone-frozen time's tray.

Resting in here forever and a day,

Until the wintry winds come a prayer to say

For souls are uncomforted and lost

In the oasis of memories so dark that frost.

The macabre moonlight's ray and the snow-white ghost

Haunting the graveyard as the midnight greets her eternal host.

Restless they're punished evermore pathless to walk.

Hark! 'tis ghastly clock ticking the necromancy's talk.

As the eerie weed chains the grave-night death-bed

Blooming oasis-the mystery of darkness unfolds wide, by thy cry led

The clock-pendulum cries

Thy last hope dies

Feel consuming death

Delivering unto hell thy final breath

The oasis evermore arcanum remains

Waiting for thee, thy mortal hour of pains

Now this story is given unto thee to read

But thy end is near for i am here thee to lead

Into everlasting oblivion

-the oasis of memories


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