Dark Love Edited

Echoing secrets, echoing secrets–

Of romances past.

Death takes the helm.

The Gala is in full swing,

Twirling– twirling.

An audience of shadows,

Watch as we dance.

Heavy drops of rain,

Striking the walls we painted happy.

We kiss,

Laughing as if we were mad.

Death– my only love.

Whoever knew

My somberness would light

These hazy paths,

Swallowing even radiance

Starlight shimmers, swaying–

Muses singing our songs on repeat

Dreams drift into the night.

All essence, faded

By: Bernice Bowling