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haunting . . .
Contributed by
aernby
on
Saturday, 5th February 2005 @ 05:19:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Out of the fog-swept night
he stepped.
An ordinary
looking chap save for the
grey felt fedora
and
the tendency to transparency.
Weary beyond the insatiable
capacity of the immortal soul
for suffering, every incorporeal
movement the occasion of a groan
both infernal and profound
the ghost roamed its assigned haunt.
Sleepless I these seven decades past
he confided when first we met,
being dead aint what it is
cracked up to be, From beyond
madness
his wild laughter
rang.
Not heaven, not hell.
not simple oblivion
Just eternity spent haunting
this fog bound haunt
I see him, now and again
when I walk
the high wild path
in the grey fog.
His ghostly form and presence
hold no terror ---
but the thought
that he speaks true
fills me with wonder, and
with dread
Copyright ©
aernby
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2005-02-05 17:19:23]
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Re: haunting . . .
(User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on
Saturday, 5th February 2005 @ 08:12:39 PM AEST
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This is an awesome write and I am quite surprised no one else has commented here.
Keep it up. |
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