Melodic Nights
By PoeticKnight
On cold, white winter nights haunted melodies take flight and linger in the air like ghosts without a prayer. And to the troubled sound a shadow crowns you king, but you wake to find it all a dream and no one’s there to warn you: the world changed while you slept; children grieved and poets wept, but no one chose to stay 'cause all that glitters also fades. And in the end there’s only shadows crying for another melody. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 02:54 PM PST 0 • 10
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"On cold, white winter nights haunted melodies take flight..."