The Night Of The Lost Souls Poem by DM W
The Night Of The Lost Souls
Warmed by poetic flames, in the house of sorrow:
A little light to quell the constant waves of darkness.
Although our dreams are now dying, we cling to faith.
Love's last fragments are scattered all over the floor.
It seems as though we've been stranded here forever.
We're looking for a guide to take us far beyond
This place of unknown fears, but the signs remain
Obscure. Our visions are dimmed; we see no angels.
Powerful images interwoven with that sense of mortal helplessness that arrives like an unwanted black dog. Our visions may be dimmed from time to time but never damned. Things change. Change for the better.10++ and added to my favs. Thank you Dominic and I wish you well.
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I would like to translate this poem
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8/17/2025 3:43:13 AM # 1.0.0
Thanks Shaun I agree with you. This was based on an experience I had with a group of friends during my days at university....possibly a bad trip...who knows? ! ! !