So many phantoms have there been,
Flitting through my waking dreams.
Spectres long forgotten stand,
Reaching out their ice cold hands.
Ghosts with nails sharp,
Tear the sinews of my heart.
Then with gaze cold,
Feast upon my immortal soul.
So many phantoms have there been,
Flitting through my waking dreams.
Spectres long forgotten stand,
Reaching out their ice cold hands.
Ghosts with nails sharp,
Tear the sinews of my heart.
Then with gaze cold,
Feast upon my immortal soul.
Very nicely put. Though, as hard as I try, I find I cannot forget, the way these memories reach out is truly sharp and cold. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you for your comment. You have hit the nail on the head. Kind regards. Kevin
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Very good.
Thank you for the reblog and your kind words. Kevin
This is cool, dude.
Thank you Henry. I appreciate your comment. All the very best. Kevin