The frost and the mist gently kissed
The gravestones and marble crypts.
Then a figure slid by as I heard a cry
From a woman’s trembling lips.
The moon was high in the dark-cloud sky
Round and peeking through mist
Then a phantom ghost, and her ghastly host,
Embraced as lovers and then they kissed.
Stark was the sight in a graveyard that night
Unlike other stories of the dead and un-dead.
I thought I’d embrace a whole different space
With Moon-Struck Lovers --- Instead.
JE Falcon
10-07-2017
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Comments
Very clever and I could see it all, so clearly...
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So happy you liked it, thanks.
Nicely atmospheric, JE!
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Thanks, I thought it might come across as a little foggy; LOL.
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