The innocent souls
splintered at war zones,
and promises that were never
fulfilled like sodded destinies.
The bosom friends that journeyed
to the shore of afterlife before ripeness,
the gleaming
stars of yesterday that fell
from the canopy of clustered stars.
The lovers that showered our
minds with praises in the morning
but sealed our
minds with dark dirge at the
silent hours of the night.
The cognates that meant
the world to us, but left
so soon like the flash of a torch.
At night they come,
from limbo with their cold
souls,
at night they come,
to bask on the warmth
of their beloved. 
What do you think?