It’s quiet time
as you silently wait,
for the hour of night…
Sealing ones fate.
In the grim waning hours
as the whispers within…
The rein of this madness…
Quietly begins.
The dance of the departed
Once again have returned
As they rage through my mind…
Leaving ashes to burn.

Antony King © 2018

 

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