Dorian Petersen Potter
Hidden In The Shadows (Story poem)
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!
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Note from the author: To be continued in chapter 2, 'The Plundering 'from my book-story-poems, 'Hidden in the Shadows'.
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