Black Number 1
By DoomKitty
The night enfolds me in its warm embrace
Outside, I hear the
clanging of bells
Leaves through the trees rattling like bones
And the hushed mumble of whispered voices.
As the mist lightens,
I glide, silently, to my dark, creaking coffin.
Dreaming, once more,
of my beloved
Darkness.
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Copyright 2010 DoomKitty
Published on Thursday, September 30, 2010.
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