Harbingers
Surmised, assumed
Foreboding shadows brood
Like omens without mediums
Their strange impressions loom
Blind they seem
Gloating as they gleam
Rippling, murmuring
Stifling a scream
On the brink of speech
Their mutterings recede
Occupied by the thoughts
Of the lost and in between
Conceit or dream
Mythic or obscene
They coddle with a moonlit bribe
Confiding the unseen
Written by © Raven Drake
Copyright © Raven Drake | Year Posted 2014
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