Even In Death Poem by Doctor Dashaun Snipes

In the stillness of the night, where shadows linger,
A whisper of a soul, a memory that lingers,
In the realm between life and the unknown,
A tale of love and loss, of seeds that were sown.

Even in death, their love endures,
A bond unbroken, a connection pure,
Through the veil of time, their spirits entwine,
In a dance of eternity, a love divine.

In the quiet of the graveyard, where silence reigns,
A figure stands, a heart in chains,
A ghostly presence, a specter of the past,
A love so strong, it was meant to last.

Even in death, their souls unite,
In a realm beyond, where darkness fights,
Against the light of their undying love,
A beacon of hope, shining from above.

In the moonlit cemetery, where tombstones stand tall,
A love story unfolds, defying death's call,
A tale of two hearts, forever intertwined,
Even in death, their love defined.

Through the misty veil, a figure appears,
A ghostly form, eyes filled with tears,
In the moon's soft glow, a whisper of a sigh,
Even in death, their love cannot die.

In the shadows of the night, where spirits roam,
A love story unfolds, in a haunted home,
A bond unbroken, by time or by space,
Even in death, their love finds its place.

In the candle-lit room, where memories reside,
A ghostly presence, by the fireside,
A love so strong, it transcends the grave,
Even in death, their souls they save.

In the attic of the old house, where secrets keep,
A ghostly figure, unable to sleep,
A love so powerful, it defies all odds,
Even in death, they beat the gods.

Through the creaking floorboards, a whisper of a sigh,
A ghostly hand, reaching for the sky,
In the moon's soft light, a love so true,
Even in death, their hearts renew.

In the garden of roses, where memories bloom,
A ghostly presence, in the midnight gloom,
A love so deep, it transcends the grave,
Even in death, their souls they save.

In the haunted mansion, where phantoms dwell,
A ghostly figure, under a spell,
A love so fierce, it conquers all fear,
Even in death, their spirits draw near.

Through the dusty hallways, a shadow of a ghost,
A haunting presence, a love that engrossed,
In the flickering candlelight, a whisper of a vow,
Even in death, their love endows.

In the abandoned churchyard, where shadows play,
A ghostly form, yearning for the day,
A love so pure, it transcends the night,
Even in death, their souls take flight.

In the attic of the old house, where memories keep,
A ghostly figure, unable to sleep,
A love so strong, it defies all odds,
Even in death, they beat the gods.

Through the rustling leaves, a whisper of a sigh,
A ghostly hand, reaching for the sky,
In the moon's soft light, a love so true,
Even in death, their hearts renew.

In the garden of daisies, where memories entwine,
A ghostly presence, in the moonlight shine,
A love so deep, it transcends the grave,
Even in death, their souls they save.

In the haunted castle, where spirits dwell,
A ghostly figure, under a spell,
A love so fierce, it conquers all fear,
Even in death, their spirits draw near.

Through the shadowed corridors, a phantom of a ghost,
A haunting presence, a love that engrossed,
In the flickering torchlight, a whisper of a vow,
Even in death, their love endows.

In the forgotten graveyard, where shadows linger,
A whisper of a soul, a memory that lingers,
In the twilight between life and the unknown,
A tale of love and loss, of seeds that were sown.

Even in death, their love endures,
A bond unbroken, a connection pure,
Through the veil of time, their spirits entwine,
In a dance of eternity, a love divine.

In the stillness of the night, where shadows linger,
A whisper of a soul, a memory that lingers,
In the realm between life and the unknown,
A tale of love and loss, of seeds that were sown.

Even in death, their love endures,
A bond unbroken, a connection pure,
Through the veil of time, their spirits entwine,
In a dance of eternity, a love divine.

In the quiet of the graveyard, where silence reigns,
A figure stands, a heart in chains,
A ghostly presence, a specter of the past,
A love so strong, it was meant to last.

Even in death, their souls unite,
In a realm beyond, where darkness fights,
Against the light of their undying love,
A beacon of hope, shining from above.

In the moonlit cemetery, where tombstones stand tall,
A love story unfolds, defying death's call,
A tale of two hearts, forever intertwined,
Even in death, their love defined.

Through the misty veil, a figure appears,
A ghostly form, eyes filled with tears,
In the moon's soft glow, a whisper of a sigh,
Even in death, their love cannot die.

In the shadows of the night, where spirits roam,
A love story unfolds, in a haunted home,
A bond unbroken, by time or by space,
Even in death, their love finds its place.

In the candle-lit room, where memories reside,
A ghostly presence, by the fireside,
A love so strong, it transcends the grave,
Even in death, their souls they save.

In the attic of the old house, where secrets keep,
A ghostly figure, unable to sleep,
A love so powerful, it defies all odds,
Even in death, they beat the gods.

Through the creaking floorboards, a whisper of a sigh,
A ghostly hand, reaching for the sky,
In the moon's soft light, a love so true,
Even in death, their hearts renew.

In the garden of roses, where memories bloom,
A ghostly presence, in the midnight gloom,
A love so deep, it transcends the grave,
Even in death, their souls they save.

In the haunted mansion, where phantoms dwell,
A ghostly figure, under a spell,
A love so fierce, it conquers all fear,
Even in death, their spirits draw near.

Through the dusty hallways, a shadow of a ghost,
A haunting presence, a love that engrossed,
In the flickering candlelight, a whisper of a vow,
Even in death, their love endows.

In the abandoned churchyard, where shadows play,
A ghostly form, yearning for the day,
A love so pure, it transcends the night,
Even in death, their souls take flight.

In the attic of the old house, where memories keep,
A ghostly figure, unable to sleep,
A love so strong, it defies all odds,
Even in death, they beat the gods.

Through the rustling leaves, a whisper of a sigh,
A ghostly hand, reaching for the sky,
In the moon's soft light, a love so true,
Even in death, their hearts renew.

In the garden of daisies, where memories entwine,
A ghostly presence, in the moonlight shine,
A love so deep, it transcends the grave,
Even in death, their souls they save.

In the haunted castle, where spirits dwell,
A ghostly figure, under a spell,
A love so fierce, it conquers all fear,
Even in death, their spirits draw near.

Through the shadowed corridors, a phantom of a ghost,
A haunting presence, a love that engrossed,
In the flickering torchlight, a whisper of a vow,
Even in death, their love endows.

In the forgotten graveyard, where shadows linger,
A whisper of a soul, a memory that lingers,
In the twilight between life and the unknown,
A tale of love and loss, of seeds that were sown.

Even in death, their love endures,
A bond unbroken, a connection pure,
Through the veil of time, their spirits entwine,
In a dance of eternity, a love divine.

Authorship by Mr Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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