Posted in Mindflares

Befriended Sorrow… For Solace

Maybe cursed.
Maybe blessed.
Leaving the old
Arriving afresh.

New friends replace the old
New things against the old
Why keep the ruins, ancient
And dead??

Let them go
In the dead of the night
Where monsters and demons sleep
Where souls so pure weep
And the chasm of death
Runs deep.

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