AM I DREAMING… My mind drifted I was weak and weary, The weather enveloped black and dreary. Deep into the darkness I stood wondering, fearing, My heart smoldered deep within. White apparition glided nearby with an ancient grin, The air grew denser, death perfumed from the ghostly censer. Its eyes have the menace of a Demon, Its shadow hugs the stony ground. I flicked my tongue like a snake sensing, Relieved danger is passing, a threat no more. The Wraith with eyes aflame sinks into the grave once more, While a crow flaps its wings, I leave moth like stars guide my tread. Is the churchyard haunted? Do angels borne draw their curtains? A deathlike shroud never torn. Or am I dreaming instead…Birth sign: Scorpio
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