as they ripple the air
from the grave of a girl.
Moonlit corpse
as she appears
through a blanket of mist.
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Moonlit ghost
as in life, she’s lost,
angry, whispers secrets.
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Candlelit giggles
as she’s in the flesh
her glinting emerald eyes.
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Candlelit kisses
as they’re cold with death
I care not, I love her!
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Candlelit sex
her frigid body slides on mine
as she whispers to me:
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“Better to reign in death
than to serve in life!”








I love the focus you have on the light either the moon or the candle. Enjoyed this
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Excellent write with amazing imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian