Winds blow north, with the coming
In your bones you feel your fear
Through the mists drift the drumming
Forlorn eyes shed one more tear
Voices mournful, chant the dirge
for sons they lost, gone away
Flung too far, hope can’t emerge
when Death cast your dream astray
© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart
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Wonderfully creepy poem! Can actually hear the drumming.
Thanks. It was an odd one to write, but it turned out nicely.
Exquisite and timely since we have just had a cyclone blow through our two islands here in NZ.
Storms can be devastating, I hope it didn’t do too much damage.