On that day, my soul grew lonely. Gray fell between me, suffocating me. I sat next to the grave, watching, waiting, when I saw it rise. Not the corspe but the spirit. We started at each other then I chuckled. Spirit, tormentor of my dreams in a kingdom full of souls. Once upon a midnight purposeful. When I thought if the spirit, deep into that darkness desiring once upon a midnight intent. Once I sat engaged and desiring in a kingdom full of storms. My passion is the meaning concept. By the grave I saw the spirits much I marvelled the splendid feel
