The Darkening Way

 

A drooping leaf upon a flower,

A dying bird or crumbling tower,

A neck that’s marked with words ‘cut here’

An arrow wounded; cold reindeer.

 

A queen without her king’s embrace,

Black tears running down your face,

Monkeys that are kept in cages,

A bible full of blank; white pages.

 

A tree that’s bare; with falling leaves,

A coffin with no lily wreathes,

Perfect beauty that is not seen,

A little child without a dream.

 

This is nature’s darkening way,

The cycles that bring end to day,

To see the bride without a veil,

Night shall tell her saddening tale.

 

By Gemma Lansdowne 25.03.02