The first ghost laughed
at all the greed driven souls,
consuming time to earn riches
that they could never spend.
The second ghost laughed
at the seekers of power,
ruling faceless bitter masses,
while growing gray and grim,
as all their joy is drained,
and seeps into the unforgiving earth.
The third ghost laughed
at all the ambitious fools,
using all their years
to be remembered
by people they would never know.
All three ghosts smiled knowingly
at those who live in wonder,
soaking in the life that still surrounds them,
storing in their hearts
the gifts each minute offered,
ready for their journey past the veil.
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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...
