Reflections and Shadows

Lunar Shadows

In the depths of lunar shadows the coldness bites hardest,

where only phantoms and wraiths dare to tread.

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The stale breath of empty flesh offers the only warmth,

and staggering corpses of yesteryear the only company.

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Vexing thoughts and haunting memories fester all around,

and the stars do not reach here with dreams anew.

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Angels hurl by in a blaze of glory, but have no time to spare,

demons only gawk and snicker from a safe distance.

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The icy breeze of drones stirred by their distant march chills,

cutting through the tattered embrace of my waning cloak.

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In the depths of lunar shadows the coldness bites hardest...