Black Rose At Midnight

© 2003 Michelle Tercha
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Black tendrils of smoke
curl above my head.
Death's spector
beckons,
drawing me near.
Shadows dance
upon my walls,
taunting me with
their hypnotic rhythm.
I gaze into the mirror,
my gaunt features,
sunken eyes, red with fury.
I struggle.
Peace rises above me
out of my reach.
I'm overcome
and I try to
jump out,
but no success.
I've been cast astray
in the cavern
of the lost souls.

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