Dorian Petersen Potter
Hidden In The Shadows (Story Poem) - Poem by Dorian Petersen Potter
Unseen in the shadows by her there I stood,
Standing so beautiful right there by me so closed,
Ivory and rose was her flawless skin-her hair the color of blackwood-
That catches bright sparkles of light, through the full moon disclosed
While me, concealed beneath the canopy of varied pine trees...
My true feelings and where-about, from her I have to hide,
She doesn't have any clue of my real identity, the true ME!
She's not aware that undead I am, when she kneels to pray by my graveside-
I am not longer that man that she used to know before,
The one with a strong heart beating, with blood running so warm inside his veins-
To me it seems a long time ago and that's now, for sure,
Enjoyed all the pleasures of life, right to the fullest, committed a terrible sin...
Visited all the best nightclubs in London, and worldwide, at night,
Now the restless shadows shield me from all this wretched daylight!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Note from the author: To be continued in chapter 2, 'The Plundering 'from my book-story-poems, 'Hidden in the Shadows'.
HAVE A HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!
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