Like ghosts, fading back to Hades

Like ghosts, fading back to Hades,
They left me on the porch that night
The air was chill. There was no sound.
And all the trees were cloaked in white.

As I headed for the bus stop
The air began to fill with snow,
And suddenly I am walking
A winter night from years ago.

The bus arrives, we drive away;
While outside the snow keeps falling.
From the abandoned skating-rink
I can hear my childhood calling.

Poetry by Maglor
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 03:51

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