in her dreams were the spirits of all those she had wronged

~

there are ghosts in the mist

demons haunt the darkness

pale memories of loves lost

the pain of a broken heart

as the night drives us apart

friends once tenderly kissed

then dismissed as we parted

warm love became ice frost

stone demons haunt the mist

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

nightmares of a dark love incarnate