as promised our ghostwriter has left something for us. I have agreed to post what hey give us with them retaining full control. Enjoy and I’m sure the ghostwriter would enjoy some feedback, thank you.
The moon was pale
The bitter cold air stings her lungs with every shallow breath she takes
She is alone in her thoughts.
The woods are deep, dark and unforgiving
She welcomes her demons to come out…to dance with them, to play with them…
She wants to kiss them, to hold them close.
A part of her will die tonight, she does not fear this death, she welcomes it.
The chaos in her heart wants peace
Her soul will be stripped bare
What once was will never be
“Miles to go before I sleep”
The light of dawn breaks within her