The Voices in the Wind

A presence follows the moon tonight

As the wind tortures the trees

Screams, trapped in yesterday's arms

Can be heard invading the breeze

Tired memories of forgotten pasts

Held captive by the winds

Not caring where they're going to

Not knowing where it ends

Their voices sounding familiar at first

Like haunting recognitions

But the trees can see what we cannot

These devilish apparitions

Nothing more, than whispering death

Cursing their broken dreams

Ancient phantoms, of life long gone

Filled with hollow screams

A presence follows the moon tonight

As the darkness starts to descend

For death itself is trying to speak

Through the voices in the wind

Reviews

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Some are haunted till last breath .. .. And all the devils that ever were, travel in the wind as a curse .. ..

Very Good ! .. .. J.

[Renée]

That they do..and they travel great distances to taunt ..and call..come here..come read the rocks, touch, and listen..