A greying light shines across the marble tombs. each stone glows a faded silver in the midnight light. alone she stands , head bent, reading. her words are falling, mingling with the tear drops land silently upon an olde and broken stone. “dear beloved, dear betrothed. the sun brings me no light. for its tarnished… Continue reading Bethrothed
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Memories and Nightmares
Another Friday night found me, once again, making my way among the headstones to the old oak in the middle of it all. I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and thoughtlessly put one to my mouth, lighting it with a flash of blood red nails and pale fingers.