Starving Ravens huddle together, In the gloom and cold.
Windows lit by candlelight yours, so beautiful and bold.
You're staring into the endless blanket, of obsidian night.
Even your silhouette cannot stop your eyes, from sparkling so bright.
Your empty expression and, teary eyed woes you have had most.
Light dances around the wine glass, you raise a silent toast.
A tear rolls delicately down your cheek, for a love now lost.
I wish i could can to comfort you again, my love
but i'm just an old Ghost.
2018
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Shadows of the Unspoken: A Collection of Dark Poetry
Poetry"Shadows of the Unspoken: A Collection of Dark Poetry" invites readers into a shadowy realm where the subconscious and the supernatural intertwine. Delve into a world where hidden fears and desires materialise in spectral verse, and the intangible b...
