Winters Lament
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Thunder rumbles across
the skies
a bolt of lightening; dazzles
her eyes.
And there within a brief
disguise does lie
The dreams quagmire in
the earthen field.
Her eyes did grasp with
that single explosion
Of light; the caked clay
and brick browns erosion
Of gossamer hopes and whispered
aspirations.
Buried neath the sodden,
thatched demonstrations
Of despair and ill repute,Of
Fates
And furies remonstrations
Reminders of the unholy
and foul consecrations such
Soil tainted with deeds
undone, and unspent times
Devoted to the heart most
hideous, devilish crimes.....
Spied she did, in that
singular lighted exclamation
Her hopes still buried
neath that sorrowful detonation
Twas her last chance at
salvation but now lies buried
In the soft topped-muddy
fields, frozen grounds below that
cannot yield up those fanciful
visions.......lost
lost
lost......
Buried forever.....and yet seen
again and again.....
In blinding clarity...............taunting,
teasing... tormenting..........
Death would be the only respite....from
this
darkened woefilled delight and
then...perhaps beyond
the grave..................the
misery would still
call her it's slave...
Copyright Dancers Inc. 1997.
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