Friday Fantasy ~ The Mystery

Love this one!!

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

She left nothing more than a memory

Behind, in his repose

A golden mask that hid her face

Her skin, the color of a rose

Pale as feathers of a swan

She moved with subtle grace

Across the room, beside his heart

To a deeper, darker place

And then she left without a word

Took his soul with her, you see

Kept hidden deep behind the mask

She remains a mystery

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay

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