A Grim CallerA Poem by Arcus
As I lay alone in my chamber,
A cold wind sweeps in through my window and falls upon me, Giving cause to the still darkness The silence of my solitude is broken as I hear her voice; Lost to memory, but still so familiar Now, standing before me, I see her My body feels numb in her company Her silhouette beckons for my embrace I am unable to avert my eyes from her form Is this an illusion? The trees dance uneasily this night, As if to ward me away from this wanderer, Standing at the horizon of my notice I am transfixed on her shape; A looming shroud in the pallid moonlight A stark contrast overshadowed only by her ever-burning gaze Deliver me from her cruel presence... © 2014 ArcusReviews
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