Wolf
Apprentice
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Posts: 124
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Silence
Feb 22, 2004 1:51:26 GMT -5
Post by Wolf on Feb 22, 2004 1:51:26 GMT -5
Silence
...for my past
Dark silent corridors echo whisperings of my mind
where dust lies, sterile grey mantle obscuring memories
of dreams that never were to be...
Still, a lingering presence haunts; vague, formless, yet
strangely familiar, evading playfully my feeble attempts
to know, hiding behind hollow mocking laughter,
knowing things I know not, yet grope blindly for...
Perhaps this dust lies a funereal pall, for I cannot perceive
ancient vistages that lie buried; I cannot penetrate dark
mysteries and the eldritch wraiths they embody...
And yet, I perceive faint, subtle haunting forms
in the numbing twilight pervading my being,
wraiths evoking melancholy visions that flicker
eerily in the dismal gloom,
taunting,
and unknown...
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, June 28, 1973
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Silence
Feb 22, 2004 4:31:14 GMT -5
Post by SilverEyes on Feb 22, 2004 4:31:14 GMT -5
Scary but that's the point. I know how this feels. Nice write.
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amberputis
Virtuoso
~Dreams are determined by our hearts, and our dreams design the future~
Posts: 330
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Silence
Feb 23, 2004 21:49:03 GMT -5
Post by amberputis on Feb 23, 2004 21:49:03 GMT -5
yes, dark this is, spectacular job once again.
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Silence
Feb 24, 2004 1:23:25 GMT -5
Post by bloodredtears on Feb 24, 2004 1:23:25 GMT -5
wonderfully dark piece..i really enjoyed reading it...great job!
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Silence
Feb 24, 2004 9:57:49 GMT -5
Post by T.J. Barber on Feb 24, 2004 9:57:49 GMT -5
wonderful piece indeed..
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