* dedicated to my buggy friend
Bury me in berries
When moon would rise up high
I shall dream my nightmares
And drink wild berry wine
My spirit will be wandering
Among the graves at night
While strangers will be frightened
When met beneath moonlight
My only true companion
Will be the moon in skies
I’ll share with it my secrets
And it won’t tell me lies
My flesh will feed the ground
And when spring comes to bloom
A daisy carpet stretched around
Will cover up my tomb…
A gothic poem
© Copyright: Ленточка, 2009
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