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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damengreene
I am 17 years old and am a novice story writer and poet. I have participated in a number of poetry slams before, and my poems always bring smiles to my listeners. I hope they bring a smile to your face as well.
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