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The Ghosts' Hunt
Shadow slips around my ankles,
Carpet crunches underfoot.
I purr a gentle rhythm,
cover myself with soot.
Poltergeists behind me,
shades are out at front.
Now we look for souls.
(This is the Ghosts' Hunt)
And in a perfect twillight,
we start our lones'me path.
We descend the chimney pot,
escaping through the hearth.
Our echolalic echoes
ring within the halls.
We cannot hear, speak, or feel,
and yet, our hearts will soar.
- by Petals on the Breeze |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/01/2009 |
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- Title: The Ghosts' Hunt
- Artist: Petals on the Breeze
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Description:
What do ghosts feed on?
What are their feelings?
Enter their journey throughout the shadows...
...join the Ghosts' Hunt.
No copiers please. :3 - Date: 05/01/2009
- Tags: ghosts hunt
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Rainbow cat FACE - 05/03/2009
- this is really good. i like the voice and style of it, and it rhymes well. 5/5
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