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A HAUNTING
Creamy white waves subtley suck at the sand
As a dark figure of death comes to shake my hand
Driving alone below a moonless sky
Ghosts in the grasses, sadly they sigh
In a forgotten bedroom, from moments past
An apparition of a maiden, stares into her glass
In the hall of a ghetto, heart beat quicken
The screaming silence of a suicide victim
On a deserted back road, a swaying lantern
The cool smile of greeting, of a hitchhiker phantom
To close my eyes, to dream again
To rid my soul of that deathly hand
Then out steps a child, carrying a cross
A brief state of mind, or a little soul lost? |
