by Morgan



Echoes Mute and Transitory

Fleetingly Heard Upon the Breeze,

Mask Interminable Silence,

As Moans Escape the Beguiling Seas

Of Shrouded Memory,

In Blithe Repose;

Heralding Midnight

With Ethereal Glows.

Pale Wanton Shroud,



Encroaching Calamity,

In Darkness that Seals.






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2 Comments to “Shroud”

  1. This piece has an eerie vibe to it. It goes hand in hand with the spooky picture!

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