Marie Marshall

From the dimly lit chamber emerges the ghost of lost love – another of my old Gothic treats – as Halloween lurks behind the graveyard wall…

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Old stones that lead from heaven to the sea –

…the steps which are well-worn by bitter tears

that fall upon their grey severity,

…and weathered by the winds of countless years –

they are the causeway linking love and death;

…thus only stricken lovers’ solemn tread

upon this stairway sounds above the breath

…of God. But still I walk in silent dread,

and downwards, downwards to the ocean cold,

…yet for a reason that I long forgot,

I go; still from the roses that I hold

…fall petals. Ah, she loves me… loves me not…

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