Please note that while I end my poems with my real name, I do publish under my Selena Jade account!
Memories of a former life slowly appear.
A small spark, they glow dimly like an ember.
Things unknown we come to remember
Especially of the night when the moon shed her tears.
Figures sang a haunting dirge
As their mournful voices filled the night.
It was half past eleven we came into sight.
From our prison door, did we emerge.
Upon the gallows, our destiny awaited.
Step by step, little by little, we approached our final hour.
We drew down the moon and called on her power
As the crowd of mourning voices abated.
Selene wept at midnight
As we took to death's wings.
(c) Selena Jade, 2020
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Jennifer Salinas
Jennifer is a published author of a poetry book, Camera Obscura. She wrote it in collaboration of her best friend. Since then, she has written many poems under her real name and has started a poetry Podcast!
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