Hark the coming of the blackened crow,
Know the sound of the death-bell's toll;
Light the candle to show the path,
As hearts are pierced with arrow's shaft.
Deepening shadows gild ancient halls
Casting a mirthless dance on sepulchre walls;
Bear alone that darkening gloom
Of the long-forgotten's silent tombs.
Pray by night, fast by day,
Follow the path, lose the way
Seek, though what is sought shall not be found
But held by hands below the ground.
Skeletal whispers resound in the air
Beyond the sight of those who dare
Disturb the forgotten, and intrude the peace
Of those beyond in dreamless sleep.
Author notes
Nothing much really, I was bored in AP Psych, so I figured I'd do something relatively productive.
Please tell me what you think
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"Productive". Yeah right. Love the last stanza. The first is a bit much, but knowing you, I'm not surprised.
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