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- Burning Goodbye at allpoetry
A single spark flickers in the loveseat there
Acrid smoke spirals up into the air - Phantom of the Dance at allpoetry
The lights go dark over the heads of the crowd,
the lights on the stage grow dim - Cup of Red at allpoetry
He sat before me staring at a map almost forbidding
His alabaster fingertips trailing freeways at his bidding - Love is Color Blind at allpoetry
his skin was as pale
as winter’s first virgin snow - Autumn Lady at allpoetry
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Reflects a lady whose beauty is like the fall - His Dark Gift at allpoetry
The full moon dances across the sky
Bat wings rustle, the wolf howls his cry - A Wolf In The Night at allpoetry
the dark night is black
full moon spreads silver glimmers - Goldie's Demise at allpoetry
It was a beautiful sunlit day
There at my house beside the bay - The Memo Came Late at allpoetry
Father, stand before me in your fine Italian suit
Black and silver pinstripes, leather briefcase, wingtip shoes - My Alaska at Night at allpoetry
Darkly, darkly came the night
The moon came tumbling after - Autumn's Cry at allpoetry
Summer lingers, withers, dies
Replaced by autumn as leaves color and fly - Pink & Black at allpoetry
you told me you loved
my cotton candy lip gloss, - Blood-stained Angel at allpoetry
She sat on the sofa, threadbare and off-white
Her countenance reflecting the Christmas tree lights - The Change at allpoetry
day fades into night
the harvest moon rises high - Vampyre's Lament at allpoetry
Mist enshrouds my slender form, the moonbeams light my face
Pallid flesh white as virgin snow, and clothes draped with ebony lace - Your Last Mistake at allpoetry
The darkness swirls inside my head as nightmares haunt my mind
Your maniacal cackle echoes, waking me with rising terror - A Winter's Tale at allpoetry
I sit alone in my rocking chair, a journal in my lap
Line after line I scroll away the time, spelling out a map - Wanting to Feel Nothing but the Breeze at allpoetry
She waited there at the end of the pier, staring after her master
She knew he’d return, she knew he’d come, but she wished he would come faster - Sons of the Moon at allpoetry
Poor, poor Homo sapiens. Poor man.
So naked and fragile and weak.
