Twas a night unlike any
other
The wind began to make the house shutter
A chill came across so dead and haunting
Not a soul alive should witness such a feeling
The candle flickered
The flame became wicked
As if laughing at what was to come
Every bone becoming numb
A vile of Bella Donna in my hand
I take a little to calm when
A voice whispers in my ear
So soft and unclear
Dear saddened soul
Why must you cry
A heart left not whole
Will eventually die
Let go of the past
For those who have passed
Are watching from above
Feel their praise and love
Live each day as if it will end
For soon you will see them again
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