Guy Wilkes Poems

I mourn this day for none shall see
My phantom queen and me
Her shadowed lips, her silver hair
Her haunting voice, her chilling stare
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The drum rolls and stops
And rolls again, and stops
And rolls again, and stops
And rolls again, and stops
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A terror wrought for years in waxing woe
Departing from the safety of the day
A hooded host in black and silver robes
Entreating to the peace it hides away
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It's been a week since you said goodbye
And I don't know why, but I keep on calling and
You just refuse to hear what I have to say
I never thought it would get this far
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