A spooky poem

I sleep past the witching hour, and then I remembered my mistake , I left the candle burning, on the table in the room,
and as I blow it out, I smelled her perfume, she had past year ago, and wonder the house at night, bumping in to things, just to get it wright.shadows shadows on the walls as the moon finds them all, and round them up for a ride, to the one they call thunder in the sky,as he floats of darken clouds, he fills there hearts with fear and joy. as if to rain lifes great good byes. but yet I weep and cry.

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Nice poem!

Jayster.

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