Haunting

Twilight and the distant ring of steeple bells.

Tears part as shadows fell.

Whispered words exchanged… Half past twelve.

Flowers cast, haphazardly spun.

A touch of lace caressing a bodice undone.

A glassy lake reflects a mans darkened thought.

Alone in the world, tragedy wrought.

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