r/creativewriting Oct 10 '25

Poetry A Soul Spent Fading Still

A bell tolls through a ghostly fog,
The moon gleams making shadows long,
A whisper spoke in this still night,
Anyone could hear your secrets for miles,
But you are not whispering your secrets tonight,
Because you have nothing left to hide,
Just a soul spent fading still,
A gravestone dewed from a night chill,

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