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Moonlight At Sanity's End

A walk through the shadows, light dances in flashes,
shapes of faceless figures, terror in their glances.

Moonlight brings no comfort, the dim light adds to my fear, a cold chill fills my spine, as they move near.

They say not a word, yet I hear them in my mind, screams of resentment echo in my ears, their intentions are not kind.

Why do they pursue me, I have nothing they could desire, one touches my skin, the sensation burns like fire.

The spirits of humans long since gone, the voice of sorrow and regret, their kindred song.

A warning for the living who know not compassion, change your ways now, for this punishment will also be your ration.

ronin67

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Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!

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