Storms River Bridge

The hour bewitched reflections of Salem,s lot Between heaven and hell Unwilling accomplice to tortured souls Whispers of a cursed place The songs the same with every tale: A tale of blood lusted winds teasing fabrics that sings eagerly licking white knuckled hands clinging to thawed metal rail Momentarily resisting gravity’s spell Eyes focused on encroaching abyss pugnent smell of salted tears stained memories of tragic years Heart unwillingly racing, chasing One final breath taken as Lucifer from uneasy slumber awaken Silence released…