He rides the river wildly
searching for those signs of her.
He hears the echo of the past
screaming madly in the hungry night.
He remembers how she left him,
chanting out his catalog of sins,
while smiling cruelly
through thin red razor lips
and whispering " Find me"
like an ancient magic spell
to launch this game
of cat and mouse,
to sever ties with reason
and send him on this chase
for the ghost that haunts his heart.
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Animus, poetry from the veil
PoetryPoems of mystery, imagination, and self-discovery. Love, heartbreak, revelation, and celebration are presented in this very personal collection of verse. The poetry encompasses a variety of poetic styles, each tailored to convey emotional impact and...
