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Time and Death

Eyes that grope the haunted cowl

And strokes the strings of a thin lined scowl

Unruly jest made with gleeful mock

And howls the strain of a ticking clock

You slinking wraith that moans and sighs

And whispers laughs through hated cries

The clunking clank of weighted toils

The clotted filth of graveyard soils

Wincing faces of Time and Death

Marked in rasps and ticking breath

Till the final knell rings loud and clear

And the death rattle echoes with every tear

Oh sweet life that has burned so bright

And flickered long with ghostly light

What sad charm we recall to sight

The melancholy affair that conjures night

3 Comments

  1. “Clotted flith of graveyard soils” My favorite line. Very vivid, intense yet acurate description. Great poem!!!

    • Thank you for stopping by and I’m glad you enjoyed it!

  2. Reblogged this on INSIDE KARMATIC DREAMS.


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