Monday, February 21, 2011

The Grave And The Nightspirit Comments

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Pale eyelids of night closed for the last time
petrifying all angels with white pouring tears,
while infernal voices from within call for sin
on rusty strings of lyre, a sad serenade begins.
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Agatha Eliza
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Susan Williams 11 September 2020

I can never pass up a poem that has a " come hither and read me" title! ! !

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Edward Kofi Louis 24 March 2016

Flight of sirly ravens! In the night with the memories of the past. Nice piece of work.

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Agatha Eliza

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