RedRavenPoems

Where Poems Fly, Through Starry Skies.

Torn veil

The veil is torn

The die is cast.

This darkest night may be the last.

Spirits whisper, hissing through the air

Secrets of old are yours if you dare.

For the veil is thin upon this Hallowed Night.

The long departed return, a spiritual delight.

Learn from them, with their keenest sight

For they depart at dawns first light.

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A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.

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