Darkness takes hold within a lonely heart
Tendrils writhing, tying shadowy knots.
What can heal the pain, make it stop?
A light from above salvation at hand?
A burning beacon, a fiery muse
Rise from the ashes, reborn a new
Fingers brushing always with you.
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.
RedRavenPoems 
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