Ethereal Secret

Sat, 09/17/2016 - 21:43 -- hoffman

The Specters speak with power conjured lies;

For them whose eyes the truth cannot abide.

From silver tongues they try to shatter ties;

Their thoughts defiled are never defied.

 

By blood or by shadow they devour;

Wearing their masks as they try not to break.

Silent Ghosts in the dark of the hour;

Wielding their hate as they crawl and they fake.

 

Across the seas of boundless time they wait;

Glittering hearts adorned with mortal chains.

There unbound souls await their hollowed fate;

From the untold claims dyed by virtue’s flames.

 

But in truth they too have a spectral light;

A Phantom lost in ethereal night.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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