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A Passage To Midnight by ~sjarman:iconsjarman:

Categories Literature > Poetry > General Poetry > Open


A ghost passed a bedroom light
in a sullen stage of night
Her face was a cloth of white
Through a window
In a passage to midnight

The weeping widow began to sing
Her robes were made of angel wings
In that age that love was king
Through a door
In a passage to midnight

The memories were a golden sphere
All the sins our faith hold dear
Tomorrows, ladies, there shall be fear
Through nothing,
In a passage to midnight
©2008 ~sjarman
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I dedicate this poem to a dear friend, the lover of Edgar Allan Poe.

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