3 December 2013

Ghosts

Gloom


Chaos bless them – prisoners of the winter skies – whose ghosts await the settling of the sun to frolic macabre through lonely nights. The night sings songs of damage and pain. Silence seeps from the cracks of less well ordered lives to soak the heart and stain the soul. There are those who would not trade their sadness for joy, but would hold it dear for it denotes the passing of something precious. There are some who would hold the empty night close to their hearts as the only remnants of loves lost or dreams that died. There are those who would hold back the dawn preferring the company of ghosts.


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