Open Poetry #12 |
Lost down here |
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
Where the stalkers sleep and the dreamers walk Painful memories The muted talk On the river of blood in the pit of the night the creatures ooze into the night The pained heart and final goodbye swallowed whole by dragonflies Venow soothes the anxious sound slips away into the tune make me sway Swallows rested on the moon speaking of the impending doom The genious rules And the Mad create Madness and misery good and great pacing time in a dance long done 1 to nine the old ones turn Loki prince of fools Laments eternal night Arch-contoy lord of joy laughter joins the light Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 'Tis |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is dark, reminded me of bad memories. "I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be." George William Curtis |
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