Sunday, May 26, 2013


Down the dry walls of a hollow grave
A phantom speaks in solemn whispers
Cracking the stones of nevermore
To seek out the lives once lost to save.

Long, dark shadows rise to roam the ruins
To merge with memories of long dead corpses
Forming to fashion forgotten gossamer ghosts
That clear the cobwebs from cluttered coffins.

Demons dance in circles, their red eyes ablaze.
Ghouls scream their threats that split the night
To summon the vampires, werewolves, and trolls
That emerge in mist to drown the moon in haze.

Then all at once, monsters shrink back in fear
They cringe as an angelic song surrounds them.
And from the sky shimmering faerie dust falls,
Quelling the nightmare to let the dawn shine clear. 

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