There have been countless ghost stories released worldwide.
What is it that fascinates us so,
about passing over to the other side?
Is it facing our greatest foe?
Time.
Is it the thought that we can cling on tight?
Even when we should be entering the light.
That a part of us can still survive
or is it fear of a life lived, not truly alive.
When our story closes,
a slammed book,
like a coffin lid
hammered shut.
When our sands trickle
to the other end of the glass
and we realise that what we had
has passed.
There have been countless
romance tales told.
So intrinsically linked
In golden ink.
The same sad story...
Love and death arms joined in eternal glory.
Ghosts that don't realise they've died,
hearts that are bound and tethered,
unable to cross to the other side.
There is romance in the fiction,
haunting memories that live on.
In those stories of grey ladies,
walking aimlessly
across the balustrades.
To look out once more
for just a sign
of lovers who never return,
but whose memories burn.
eternally into the mists of time.
Thanks for reading
please check out my new book "In Shadows"
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