The Ghost Of My Love
My love is the thunder before the rain
The heartache and pain before the fall
Everything I told you it all was true
A dark forest before the mountain
The stone castle on a jagged peak
It all waited for us like a dream within our grasp
Passion it calls out in whispers
Like the breeze after a storm passes in the night
I remember the fire and the fury
The smoke and faded memories turned to dust
My love rises from the rubble and devastation
And speaks in a haunting silence
A ghost from the past alive for a moment
In words of barren lust and sweet remembrance
Passing into nothingness
Before startled eyes.
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