Stumbled onto some old stuff that I wrote more than 10 years ago. This is my imitation of Edgar Allan Poe, something 'Spirits Of the Dead' but darker. A Dying Dream Lost and old she sees herself Lurking in the light of youth Hope is rotting in the shell of all she's ever held as truth. With sightless eyes and scalding tears She crumbles through an endless night Calling, knowing none can hear Her broken wings betraying flight. Winter lasted far too long Her bones grew brittle from the cold What once was right has turned to wrong And nothing else can save her soul. She'll drown inside her dying dream Feel every promise turn to dust And as she dies she'll hear them scream 'She's only like the rest of us.'
