Poetic Fragments

gleefully

chasing shadows

illusions and memories

all

from the

comfort

of her very own

labyrinth

these endlessly

gray

winding halls

castle

on this dark

foreboding mountain

where what was…and what appears to be

wind and mix

where

ghosts cavort…reminisce

almost nothing matters

whisperings

childrens voices

faintly

ring out

into the lonely

distance

singing tunes

about death….and disease

of times long

gone by

now,

stuck humming this haunting

lullaby

remaining…forever

chained

to this dream

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