The Rustle Of The Spectres Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Rustle Of The Spectres



The night
The deep
The cross
The burning
Walls
The rustle of the spectres
The portraits speak
In their own cryptic language
Slows
Vague
Stunned
Moody
Moody
Moody.

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