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Shroud
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Whispers In The Dark like the wind it fills me...
breath used and spent on
starless skies and restless seas,
the taste of memory's touch
and the shadow of
fallen whispers...
deep and intense,
hard and hopeless,
ragged and weary.
once it wore beautiful colors
of springtime and romance,
of poetry and music,
of sunset and the silence of dream.
now it spews venom and anger
for friendship lost and broken
left as crushed seashells
on a forgotten shore.
perhaps the seasons passing
will silence the drums
tucking sins beneath the frost
while he spins rhyme
beneath pulpits used
to tear down walls.
not the bitter chorus
she intended
but, his own purgatory
for the sadness
it has all become.
