Ghosts (11/25/05)

The dying embers of a fading sun
glow in the tangible reality of life. A serene
look at death's oncoming darkness.
Surround and taunt the starving
souls.

Crimson stains the glowing sky, the
silver moon drenched with the blood of
a murdered sun. Colliding shadows trip
over silent stones. A blanket of frigid
ice cloaks the quiet deaths.

Ebony silence, bright cold capture
innocence in a web. Tears of a broken
star caress the emptiness. I stand
alone, no one sees as I wander
through the peaceful cemetery.

My feet leave no marks as I
tread through snow. A wearied
traveler has not far to go. I slowly
sink into my bed, resting amongst
the other dead.

Crimson stains the glowing sky, the
silver moon drenched with the blood of
a murdered sun. Colliding shadows trip
over silent stones. A blanket of frigid
ice cloaks the quiet deaths.

The dying embers of a fading sun
glow in the tangible reality of life. A serene
look at death's oncoming darkness.
Surround and taunt the starving
souls.