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