Beneath the floor where cold roots creep,
A thousand restless shadows sleep.
The walls recall what none confess,
And ghosts wear griefs wedding dress.
The moonlight bends, the mirrors sigh,
As something stirs where angels die.
And through the dark, a voice takes flight,
To haunt the dreams that flee the night.
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Erika x3
Holy peak???? Maybe shakespeare is not a name but a title