In the Colour of November: The Prologue

voices buried deep in the ground

and ashes sprinkled into the river

i'm suffering from a melancholic fever

where my day appears gloomy and night midnight blue

in the shade of moonlight obscured by fog

the ghosts of the dead and almost forgotten

they all comes back to life 

to haunt and live in the colour of november

This prologue poem is about the feeling when you are sitting alone at night near a window and can only see fog has covered the ground, like its a scene from a cemetery and you just wait for the arrival of death. With this prologue, i set the theme of loss that will be present in the entire poetry series.