Dead Eyes of the Night
Dead eyes of the night, stare not at me now
For I am not ready for the journey, the endless journey
To a land without people, a dead place, the place of bones
The place of our noble ancestors
Staring at us in silence, from the deadland
The place of never return, the great beyond
They remain there undoing, unmoving and uncaring
Please dead eyes of the night stare not at me yet.
Copyright © Orochi C. Joshua | Year Posted 2018
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