A Fading Ember
written by: Edward Wraith
In shadows cast by waning light,
A love once vivid, now takes flight.
Our candle that once burned so bright,
Now stings of a cold, harsh night.
I see the distance in your eyes,
Reflecting echoes of love’s goodbye,
Emptiness in your silent stare,
A longing that lingers in the air.
A love that danced has lost its grace,
Fading memories, a bitter taste,
Sarcasm drips from lips once sweet,
A love turned sour, our hearts retreat.
In the veins of passion, ice takes hold,
Your touch, once warm, now a numbing cold,
Isolation wraps around us tight,
Loneliness now our silent plight.
The flame that once danced, now just a wisp,
A puff of smoke on a burnt-out wick.
A love once radiant, turned to rust,
In silent ruins, we return to dust.
Edward Wraith, a phantom poet hailing from an 18th-century Massachusetts town, is a spectral wordsmith and conjurer of the supernatural. In the quivering candlelight of Victorian parlors, where love was a dance shrouded in lace and whispers, I, Edward Wraith, find my poetic muse. Born with a penchant for the dark, gothic macabre, my verses unravel the intricate tales of love that unfolded in the shadows of that era. Victorian romance, with its elaborate courting rituals and clandestine exchanges, weaves itself into the fabric of my poetry. I draw inspiration from the subtle nuances of courtship, where a gloved hand extended meant more than mere touch—an intimate connection veiled in societal formalities. Yet, beyond the romantic façade, there lies a fascination with the macabre. The Victorian era’s obsession with death, mourning rituals, and the mysterious gave rise to a unique blend of romance and darkness. I delve into this juxtaposition, where love and the macabre intertwine like ivy on a Gothic arch.
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