Who whispers through walls,
As icy tones
Coat the air of halls?
Shards of death
Taughten their grip
Bare white teeth
And heavy breath
Swallow the night
By twelve o'clock
Whilst those unmarked
Lay out of sight
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 1:56 PM UTC
Who whispers through walls,
As icy tones
Coat the air of halls?
Shards of death
Taughten their grip
Bare white teeth
And heavy breath
Swallow the night
By twelve o'clock
Whilst those unmarked
Lay out of sight
Copyright Joshua Reece Wylie 2023.
Written 17th August 2023.
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