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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Midnight Liaison With a Ghost
[time] => 2008-11-15 11:44:29
[hometext] => Lawley is a little village in Telford, Shropshire the Midlands area of England, Sadly now its undergoing massive construction destroying it Village appeal.
[bodytext] => This is the story of the Ghosts of the Midnight Romance, A Poignant story that you will feel, But first it is required of me, Some Description to make this real. In a small green in a little village called Lawley It is Late and the clouds they surf the skies, whilst some shadows dance the streets These are locked in each others eyes. The Wind plays the leaves in the trees, and caresses her ghostly hair, but the Lovers in this midnight romance, they are too in love to care. How true their love for them to be still here, her hands fall into his and electrify their eyes. Their eyes sooth each others lips Its now so late that the sun may rise. These spectres of that feeling we so name, are locked in complex conversation, however it is not their words but, their eyes that show their admiration. What bliss these Apparitions must be feeling, now wordless but as we know words are not always needed. Its in this that the reader knows The importance of actions should be heeded These spirits are breathing deep and slow, the rush of adrenaline pushing it high in their chests, how envious am I, of these ghosts that never rest. So on the faces of these ghostly figures, we see some smiles start to form, and as they reach to kiss, they are broken by the dawn. You see my fellow listeners, the sadness of my tale, is that these ghostly lovers Are forever destined to fail. For whenever I sleep at night, these dreams of those ghosts haunt me, And when I wake alone again, I miss that time in Lawley So my ghostly ghouls, those lovers and fools are cursed with bliss, to always and forever Relive that night, only to be a woken by the sunlight. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 371 [topic] => 64 [informant] => ATG [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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