Don’t meander through the gallows
wherein swing the dead.
The courtyard creaks to warn who seeks
a thoughtless crooked head.
"Entreat no more it’s lonely here,
you will not find a friend.
Unless you count the fresh blue faces
Dawn brought to an end."
Author notes
I need a better title.
Comments
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Awesome!
First poem I've read about the gallows and I enjoyed it.
Favorite part was " The courtyard creaks to warn who seeks a thoughtless crooked head"
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I don't know Eternal Dawn pops out at me for a title. You really did capture that feeling of the dead that are permantly there, a reality, of the lonliness, the empty feeling. Cryptic. Where my father is buried it has a peace, maybe in the old parts I could sense this feeling you described, but man oh man when I went to look for my father's parents, my great grandparents just to read their names, the section where they are at is fine, but literally all of it fits what you said, I even had to say outloud, ok what is it that you need? I even sang an old song Where are you Billy Boy Billy Boy...then I am like geez who is toying with me? I just was entrigued by your write...brilliant. Excellent. Blessings.
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