Mirrors Of My Soul
Author: Rick Ryckman
Passing through the bitter winters.
Lost in the cold reflection of time.
The distant bell cracks from my abyss.
This place of despair holds long forgotten memories.
As fevered sounds awaken my fears.
Embracing the night my soul screams.
The demons come flying on silent wings.
Dark shadows are casting their long silhouettes.
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