The Night Has its Magic
In the darkness of winter
We meet once again
In our minds the labryinths
Of the living but dead
-We share our thoughts-
Our twisted box with many a room
But even the night has its magic
In all it’s gloom
-Falling to pieces-
I’ve been there before
In fact I never left
“Never More” “Never More”
Broken mirrors line the walls
Walk the miles down the halls
Look at the fractured lives I knew
Pregnant with scares and worn out shoes
Pain becomes her
But she’ll be there for you
Forever more forever true
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
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