Another Day

Shadows lift with the morning sunrise, to unveil its kiss to the morning mist draped upon the mountains.  Radiant sparkles flutter in the surface of the lake, as the birds chirp their song to the day.

The bells peal a dirge
The shuffle of feet stir dust
On an open grave


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War Drums


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


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Finality and Twilight

In the last rays of swirling light

when the earth kisses the dusk,

will you dance among the graves

and sing a gentle song for Death?

When the earth kisses the dusk

where will your tired footsteps lead?

To a tombstone not yet etched?

Will you dance among the graves,

a ghostly apparition in your arms,

that bitter, closing waltz, macabre?

And sing a gentle song for Death,

laugh bravely as you pass his shadow.

He awaits only the sweet music’s end.

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THE GRAVESIDE GHOST OF RIVER SHORE

She hovers o’er the unmarked grave,

This graveside ghost of River Shore.

Her trailing gown, a whispered wave.

She hovers o’er the unmarked grave.

Her weeping soul, eternal slave,

Chained to her corpse forevermore.

She hovers o’er the unmarked grave,

This graveside ghost of River Shore.

 

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GRAVE END

GRAVE END

 

Breathing choked yet there he lies

Unmarked weighted earthen tomb

Rooted in his muffled cries

Inside Earth’s dim crushing womb

Eyes awaken death’s surprise

Deep in dirt he tries to rise

 

Arms chained up there isn’t room

Limbs submerged in death’s disguise

Ingest last breath dirt consume

Vanquished pulsing vein drip-dries

Exhales final soul demise

 

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