Posted in miscellaneous, original

Death of Ghosts

Ghostly presence from the grave

Haunt the meadows at eerie night

Seeking justice

Vengeance over gold

They lie down waiting

Silence upon their tongues

They speak not of the wicked deaths

But scream and mourn

To be heard

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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