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