Hands of ice around my throat
Begging for my silence
Moving through the hallways
Taunting me for violence
These haunted walls can’t keep me in
Though these ghosts surround me
Screaming, crying, wanting
How their melodies are haunting
Colored leaves fall all around
Breaking up the gray
If I give into the spectral whims
Will my memories remain?
Running through the graveyard
To where these ghosts have led
Wandering through the shadows
Masquerading with the dead
Foolish tears fall all around
Reminiscent of the rain
In these hauntings lost and found
I know here lies my shame
At last my mask falls to the ground
For the dead know my true name
About the Creator
Sara Splendore
-Fairytales, fiction, poetry… I have been telling stories since before I knew how to write them on paper.
-Just a fairy, pursuing her dreams until the end.
-I hope you love reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them!
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