Saracen Spectre

The past crept in like sand
blown over carpet’s edge,

Rolling between the gaps and
haunting with a night sky.

Spectres emerged from the shade
to wail for forgotten love,

Echoing from the wind’s walls,
Accompanying drum’s decay.

The past crept in like sand,
Blown over carpet’s edge.

saracen spectre

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