.
Your flesh lies in your grave,
my ashes fly on the breeze.
And our Ghosts intertwine,
link-haunting through the trees.
Ethereal energy in ivory white,
wraith-like tinged in blue.
Mist shroud figures wrapped
are the Ghosts of me and you.
You call across my aeons,
your shade is next to mine.
I reply within a veiled second,
deflowering the ***** of time.
Forever conjoined fog-twins,
eternity is our lust to save.
With my ashes on the wind
and your flesh lying in a grave.
© Pagan Paul (31/05/17)
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
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Your flesh lies in your grave,
my ashes fly on the breeze.
And our Ghosts intertwine,
link-haunting through the trees.
Ethereal energy in ivory white,
wraith-like tinged in blue.
Mist shroud figures wrapped
are the Ghosts of me and you.
You call across my aeons,
your shade is next to mine.
I reply within a veiled second,
deflowering the ***** of time.
Forever conjoined fog-twins,
eternity is our lust to save.
With my ashes on the wind
and your flesh lying in a grave.
© Pagan Paul (31/05/17)
