Ghost of the Wind – a poem

Fitful tonight, the ghost softly howls

A litany in curse metred verse, sybaritic

Sojourns among the outer planets, adamant

Pools of boiling veracity frame decadent

Minds, darker hearts, music of the spheres

And more, all told in a wind-driven door

Slammed Shut.


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