Two Loves
I had a love, a true, true love,
With a kiss like a silver breath.
His eyes were deep as he looked in mine,
But deeper when watching Death.
And I was his love, his one true love,
But Her he still loved best.
Oh, I had a love, a true, true love,
Who could not wait for me.
His voice was low, his voice was soft,
Like the sound of a moaning sea.
But I never knew to whom he spoke,
Whether to Her or me.
Yes, I had a love, a true, true love,
And I begged my love to stay.
I held him close in the windy night,
And I pleaded through the day.
But I saw his eyes, his deep, sad eyes,
Turn slowly, darkly away.
-- Jeanne Marie Tyson
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The Dark Returners
by
Joseph Payne Brennan
A new collection of macabre stories
Previously unpublished
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