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Through shadowed halls, where silence weeps,
I call to you from death's deep keeps.
Dust and bone, cold as night,
I summon you from endless blight.
In crypts where broken echoes lie,
I chant the words, a lover's cry.
The candle's flame, a trembling tear,
Guides your spirit ever near.
Veiled in ash, draped in decay,
I plead the night to lift your stay.
Hands once warm now feel the chill,
As whispers bend to shape my will.
Moonlit threads, I weave and tie,
Binding heartbeats long run dry.
Through this incantation's plea,
Return, my love, come back to me.
Rise from shadows, leave your tomb,
Fill again this haunted room.
By this spell, our fates reclaim,
And let love burn beyond the flame.
Forevermore, against death's bind,
In darkened grace, our souls entwined.
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Echoes in the alley
PoetryIn these pages, you'll find poetry that lingers like the scent of smoke, capturing the allure of secrets kept close to the heart. The night becomes a lover, the alley a refuge, and each word a step into the beautiful, melancholic dance of souls year...
