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Roamers of the Dark
A collaboration by Souladaretease and Grace
Past twilight the night
cold fingered spectres
on unkind darkness
Fluttering displaced air
disturbing as they roam
moaning the coming dawn
Whisperers call upon crawling winds
icy cold breath, stings
to nape of necks
reaching through to brush
that which has been lost
lights within the dark glittering
Icy cold breaths of ghosts past
walking cold paths home
distant memories of warmth
draw their wafting coldness near
to what once was haunt
for kith and kin so dear
Dreams, fade in misted memory
cloak lay search for lost reality
spun shoulders, sense piercing energies
awaiting...displaced... anything
as height of awareness screams silent
images of pasts play on the mind
Seeing their once beloved
in the arms of new loves
moan they louder in despair
love lost in misty memories
guarded by tombstones
their husks, once mortal coils
In-between being, wisp and whisper
riding destiny denial, craving
those graven misfortune etch attention
in fingernail scrape ply the taut fabric
kisses trim with missing air
esculent life taunts faded hungry
Blush of dawn
Brush them away
The roamers of the night
To return to shadowy land
to moan the mourn of morn before
unremembered forever more
Past twilight the night
cold fingered spectres
on unkind darkness
Fluttering displaced air
disturbing as they roam
moaning the coming dawn
Whisperers call upon crawling winds
icy cold breath, stings
to nape of necks
reaching through to brush
that which has been lost
lights within the dark glittering
Icy cold breaths of ghosts past
walking cold paths home
distant memories of warmth
draw their wafting coldness near
to what once was haunt
for kith and kin so dear
Dreams, fade in misted memory
cloak lay search for lost reality
spun shoulders, sense piercing energies
awaiting...displaced... anything
as height of awareness screams silent
images of pasts play on the mind
Seeing their once beloved
in the arms of new loves
moan they louder in despair
love lost in misty memories
guarded by tombstones
their husks, once mortal coils
In-between being, wisp and whisper
riding destiny denial, craving
those graven misfortune etch attention
in fingernail scrape ply the taut fabric
kisses trim with missing air
esculent life taunts faded hungry
Blush of dawn
Brush them away
The roamers of the night
To return to shadowy land
to moan the mourn of morn before
unremembered forever more
Published 29th Nov 2013
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29th Nov 2013 11:50pm
Thank You for this Beautiful Write Dear Grace-Humbled and Honoured always!!!
Thank you for indulging my everlasting interest to write about Ghosts and Ghouls, and things that go bump in the night, and for lending me your talent.
1st Dec 2013 12:35pm
1st Dec 2013 1:01pm
Oh yes they do come out at night...or we get fertile imagination in the dark...thanks for reading Hashman.
