Touch me though I never feel
Sharp and cold has it's appeal
Amongst the stones all chiseled fine
Without joy we drink the wine
At midnight strikes the lonely bell
For whom it tolls we'll never tell
A cry of anguish fills the air
Look in the box just if you dare
Soon there'll be a reckoning
About this dream we all shall sing
With voices no one else can hear
To mourn the soul we all held dear
Let this be a lesson now
The curtain falls...everyone bow
COMMENTS
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LadyxSilvana
07:00 May 21 2020
Beautifully written
EleanorRose
23:13 May 21 2020
Thank you, my dear.
TheHaunted
03:37 May 28 2020
Very nice
EleanorRose
04:00 May 30 2020
I appreciate it.