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.

© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart

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.

 

© All Rights Reserved Caroline Adele O’Brien

 

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

 

© All Rights Reserved Caroline Adele O’Brien