Sonnet - A Dirge

Lone ghost-like girl standing against the wall,
you are solitary there without me.
I am passing hours within my pall,
scratching and wailing there like a banshee.
Lone girl, ethereal in the black dress,
you are the only mourner at my grave.
Underneath I long for our last caress,
but within coffin nails I am the slave.
"Breathe a whisper to me", kissing my stone,
you kneel there in moonlight atop me.
"It can't rain all the time", I cry alone,
screaming, wailing to you like a banshee.
              Even in my tomb I will think of you.
              til in the grave, together, love renew.

Reviews

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This to me as I read it was intense and quite the read.
I like this alot. I could feel emotions daggar themselves.
This is wonderful and such an enjoyable read.