fire and brimstones By Amber Miller

our spirits

I see a silhouette of ghostly figures in my room dancing.
I play the song dancing with your ghost.
You could call it a party.
My long forgotten friend is dancing with me.
We slow dance.
You just can't stop our spirits.

Our spirits

June 10th, 21 years after 2000 I'd seen the light and soon if not right after
It was like Percy Jackson stole my lightning, but somehow I'd given the theft the key.claming to have sworn an oath well worth your share of moons ago,that an incident of the very same would be throw me.

Words by a friend.