Samantha Leboeuf-founder/daily wisdom words, LLC

by: Ron Dailey It’s twelve minutes past midnight and you best be prepared for you can not be frightened nor internally scared As you look past those shadows from those dark voices you hear reminiscing in ghost you forgot through the years As you walk past this place while so young and so brave yet so darkened the hole of this lonely mans grave Yes somewhere in the distance from up under a tree a dark spirit shall rise break loose and be free leaving behind a soul with soiled stains sealed up encrypted skeletal remains Two empty sockets will stare up at the lid forced to recollect what the lonely man did Imprisoned eternal six feet underground not one rise of light not one visitor found Yes somewhere in the distance death – chilled to the bone to be forever forgotten and to be always alone !