A Bump In The Night
By Post Mortem
In castle keep, a bloody call from days ago gone by. The memories of tortured souls a cold winds desperate cry. On a lonely stretch in Oregon long vanished trailside grave. Nothing marks the spot for you or the sacrifice you made. Ghost pony rides the open plain where great herds used to run. Looking for the hunting grounds, his journey never done. Lonely lighthouse keepers’ light no longer lights the way. Some see him in the tower at night so sad then fades away. Lost souls wander the living world and pass us in the night and hide from us at other times afraid to see the light. For crossing over is the end at last A time which they must go And leave the love their search has sought For this they surely know. Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 03:36 AM PST 0 • 10
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"In castle keep, a bloody call..."