Forever's Mist

by Ben Szwediuk

A tear more for you,
yes, one more I think,
a cheek still defiant fair.
A quiet word that I never spake,
one last caress of golden hair.

A final sigh that's overdue,
yes, she will forgive,
a final mournful breath.
A sweet nothing now, while I still live,
and embrace a bitter death

Adore the weeping earth,
'neath where I now lay
that cleanses me of sin.
And falls in clumps by shovelled hand,
where all love begins.

Your spat earnest lies
oh, how they hide,
a soul of ashen grey.
Your last passion sealed inside this box.
Where it shall forever stay.

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Zombie love
by: Sifu

Even the undead have feelings

one last breath
by: Amanda

Oh, spooky...perfect image for it, too

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