Ghostly love

A bid of farewell

a sad seperation, no chance of return

the old grey ghost wrapps his cloak around us

like a tree shading God's creatures from the scorching sun

the tears of the goddes rain upon me

they are like acid

szzling upon my skin with each splatter of every drop

banchee screams ring in my ears

rattling my bones like a chain

we both begin to fade into ghosts

and her cries only grow louder.


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