English: Ghost Français : Apparation dame blanche au chevet d’un mourrant (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
There are greater fears
Than that
Death’s dominion is
A shroud at best
The closing lid of the coffin
Just a doorway beyond
There are deeper darknesses within
Than this
The blood that beats
Its circulatory path may spill
Like red wine
Soothing the descent
Some hallways hold terrors beyond
Our thoughts
The lyricism of a lover
Slicing through cold passion
Is a ghostly form
Walking through
There are greater fears
Than this
A demon’s smile is still
A smile
And even such lost creatures
Sometimes cry
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Getting stuck in a lift with the Krankies…now that’s really scary.
LOL! 🙂 🙂
Good writing Sis…. deep subject for sure xxx
Thanks Sis!! 🙂 xxx
Wonderfull and very wise write, I enjoyed the words and the pace and I really liked the way you ended it.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
Lovely. I really liked the last line: And even such lost creatures/Sometimes cry.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
You are so gifted Helen wow!
Thanks so much my friend!! 🙂 🙂
“A demon’s smile is still
A smile
And even such lost creatures
Sometimes cry”
Fabulous line!
Thanks so much!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂