Dreams
Cold Death
A Dreary day
Clouds fill the sky
Absent birds
Ominous Quiet
Air filled
with the salt water
of the gray sea
Fog rolling in.
Passing a Grand Church
The Old Doors slightly parted
A faint stench of Death
lingering within
Pushing the doors open,
hearing the echoing squeaking
A casket surrounded
by Black roses at the front
The Vast church,
almost Empty. Only
a handful of people
sitting in the front pew
Curious, more Drawn
to the Casket. Walking
up the isle, hearing nothing
from the mourners
Closer it is to me
The smell from the Black roses
overwhelming. I peak
inside the Dark flourished Casket
ABHORRED!!
All color leaves my face
Ice gripping my Soul
can�t breathe
The Body, Cold
and Dead is ME
How can this be?
The mourners, turning to them
My family;only.
Uncontrollable tears
They Vanish, no one
in the church with me
Is this my Fate?
Alone for eternity
Collapsed on the floor
Yelling out into the
impending void...
Daniel Huron `00