A Specter of Before
One never knows themselves, awake or dreaming

I never felt such warmth upon my face
The bright sun burning my delicate skin
The heated star doth make my heart to race
And quickly speed the coursing blood within
I cannot reach back to that precious time
Longest were the moments we did embark
Every tree, every far branch we did climb
Chasing dreams until the soft sky turned dark
Those blithe and carefree breaths are now no more
For death has taken, life interrupted
I search to find you, return as before
One so young, a specter, pale, corrupted
I yield now, back to the tomb where I lay
Let night shift and become my summer’s day
About the Creator
Nicole Deviney
My sister says I'm haunted. Guess that's why they say "Write what you know". If I have to deal with it, dear reader, then so do you. I throw in the occasional sweet story, just for a palette cleanser...enjoy!



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