Spirit Of Lost Love Poem by Kevin Hardin

Dark Nights Lend Themselves,
To The Ghosts Of Our True Loves Past..
Just Haunting Memories, And
Hollow Silhouettes, Disappearing Fast..

The Wind Blowing, Through The Cracks,
Of Our Empty Ruined Home..
Gives A Vivid Melody, To The Spirit,
Of Lost Love, In A Howling Moan..

The Staircase Full Of Loose Timbers,
And It's Broken Worn Out Rail..
The Creaking, Echos Up From Every
Warped Tread, And Rusted Nail..

The Chandelier, Merely Cobwebs,
And Metal Worn Out From The Rust..
All The Candles, Melted Down To Pool's
Of Blackened Wax, And Dust..

The Grand Clock Is An Abomination,
Of Our Last Moment We Held True..
Bringing Only Demonic Chimes,
Of Hours Wasting Away Without You..

Broken Windows, In Our Room,
Overlook Graves Of Stone, and Slate..
Marking The Coffins Full Of Corpses,
Still Decaying From Our Loves Fate..

Only Fear, And Doubt, And Misery,
Seem To Find Their Welcome Here..
Whats Left Of Our Sanctuary,
Now Fills The Pond Out Front With Tears..