by Regina
Year: 
2020

This All Hallows' Eve,
the dolorous ravens' flight of shadows,
and spirits' murmuring amidst the
cold headstones,
gives me a passionate rush
of frosted breath,
moonlit owls' candlelight orbs,
the bells, funerary bells,
my love is not lost,
devoted to you,
of another century,
as I fall asleep
upon ebony roses,
at your Westminster
churchyard grave.

~ my heart mourns Edgar Allan Poe ~

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