Wednesday, August 24, 2016

MIDNIGHT



My thoughts drift to him.
He fils me with longings.
Cold as the night air.
He flies free in the dark.
But yet he returns for me.
I dare not go to meet him.
In the dark forest at midnight.
I must hold strong and steady.
I must remain with my own kind.
With whom I feel safe and secure.
And never venture into the woods.
To rekindle his dark flame.
I must hold strong and steady.
Or my light will turn to dark.
THE DEAD GAME
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