My Endless Dance
Author: Rick Ryckman
Nailed to the crossroads of time.
Stranded on the doorsteps of memory.
Cold are the shadows that lay silent.
The frozen clock cracks lingering still in my thoughts.
Deluged in the reflections of a thousand nightmares.
The dark pages turn swiftly.
The demons fly from the broken wind.
Listen to them dancing on the lid of my coffin.
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