Spectres

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.

 

6 thoughts on “Spectres

  1. T. R. Robinson's avatartanyarobinson100

    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.

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