Shadows Dance
Shadows Dance
Shadows dancing to
Candlelight like a
Midnight black mass
Words unspoken fill the air
My breath taken from
From your pictures stair
The wailing winds
Of November have
Started to subside
The evil that consumed
Me becomes restless and hides
Sitting here in a dark trance
You look into me
As if I am made of glass
Will there be a chance
To look into your eyes
Or will your present
Life consume you
In the blink of
Another’s eye……
INKMASTER
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