A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Ghostly Tremors
After that accident, we made a promise:
It is not for the dead to bury the living.
But we are a catalyst
Just as any ghost story told to a child
A warning to the living
There are some dreams better off
Forgotten
And some voices that need to be subdued
By the sound of your breathing
Spectral chills across the veins in my head while I hope you won’t
Give up the ghost
A phantom pain in a limb that was
Never there.
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