Hey ya'll bloggers. I don't have a snippet this week since I've been working on many other things and filling up my listening library. So I'm digging back in my brain and posting some poetry I did in the past. Hope you enjoy.
INSPIRED IN OCTOBER
Somber the bells on high do ring,
Ghastly the voices of graveyards sing,
A night? A fright? Nay, an eve,
What a sight! Faint hearts grieve,
O'er the lost unhappy days,
Whence embraced by sun's warm rays,
T'were the fools whom daylight shun,
And in moonshadows now do run.
Shuffle off your mortal coil,
Tis a dance to end all toil,
Neath the Starlit, Full-Moon sky,
Watch as thy soul away doth fly,
And in drawing that last breath,
Utter final words in death,
Now ever to haunt those left behind,
Who look about and yet are blind.
Glassy eyes neath heartless skies,
Absence of vital pulse denies,
The hand of life which breath would stir,
In these bones, dead and interred,
Save for one night out of the year,
Nay an Eve, An eve of fear!
When memories dead are seen in glance,
And in the graveyard skeletons dance.
Well hope you enjoyed my space-fillertastic poetry for this week. Perhaps next week I'll have something a bit more interesting.
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