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Silhouettes revealed in the stark moonlight

Ancient ruins heavy with memories from a different life

Haunted halls and corridors where once you had walked your dark night

Endless, or so you thought, an existence of bitterness, ridden with strife

Crafted beauty its architectural splendour fallen into decay

Its heartrending voice a piercing melody, an echoing sorrow

The fortress reveals its face once again with the failing of day

Tears mingle with the pelting rain as you fall to your knees from the torture you borrow

Its smile, the smile of an old friend inviting you to play

Break the cycle your emptiness craves lest you find yourself here tomorrow

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stormwolf

Hi There, I LOVED the feeling this gave me. I entered the moonlight and the energy of the poem. Atmospheric. A voice of authority, wisdom and chastisement. Some small alterations. needing apostrophes …its to it’s (belonging to it) see below 😉 Home Silhouettes revealed in the stark moonlight Ancient ruins heavy with memories from a different life Haunted halls and corridors where once you had walked your dark night Endless, or so you thought, an existence of bitterness, ridden with strife Crafted beauty its architectural splendour fallen into decay It (‘) s heartrending voice a piercing melody, an echoing sorrow… Read more »