Ghosts of TimeA Poem by SonOfPlunderWrote this for a friend.
Silver shadows line the halls
these ghostly figures loom listen to their unearthly calls, the anguish of their doom Specters made of pale moon light they linger in the dark their anger will only fuel their might and pierce your mortal heart For time has forsaken them all, the forgotten and the damned, and if you hear their ghostly call you will perish by their hands The fallen ones they want respite, their malice knows no bounds, they will grasp your soul, still you with fright and scorch these fertile lands
Time will never threaten them, these children of the dark their sacrifice has bound them, to the darkness in your heart © 2014 SonOfPlunderReviews
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Added on March 30, 2014Last Updated on May 8, 2014 AuthorSonOfPlunderCardiff, Wales, United KingdomAbout29 year old amateur fantasy writer and dark poet from Cardiff, South Wales. Currently working on a novel with the intention of eventually making it into an expanding series. more..Writing
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