Ravens circle
the sepulcre of innoncence
erected like a temple
in the wasteland of my soul
The shades of the past
gather here to worship
to breathe life into the memories
- their one unspoken hope
Damned to haunt
this earthen mausoleum
by the malevolence of wisdom
destroyer of illusions
they tear the unforgiving sky
with hungry flesh-less hands
to unravel
the fabric of time...
I encite them
anything to break the silence
the silence drives me mad...
© 2007 Winterwords
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