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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: September 24, 2023 _____________________________________________________________ In the dawn-like haze—a shriek was heard, An echo so shrewd, yet birdless, oddly slurred It was ordained by—a stratum unseen, A throbbing coerce, a numen so keen. A canticle flower—a bellow coarsely flung, Through bosky drifts, those shadows clung. The broken clavicle, brittle skull, Doused in lacquer—a tale to annul. Cried creative bone, from annals of time, In a secluded hut—where lamina chime. With guttural utterance—the gowk did sing, Fluted notes on brinks of obsidian string. Cloaked in the dimly lit mist, a canon of clamor, Shaping the world with a mystic glamour. In the glum of worship, a rite did splay, As voices uttered—in a solemn display. A corpse lay still, in the midst of the scene, Dazzled by the entombing, a nebulous flesh serene. Funerary hums—in syllabic verse, Resonated through time, as a solemn curse. In an urn—fugally adorned With fugal melodies, the ashes were borne, A symphony of sorrow, a requiem grand, For the soul departed, to a distant land. The misty air whispered—in mournful tones, As the funerary procession made its way, A solemn journey, through the mist, embrace. To the final resting place, where shadows trace. And so, the hum continued, a haunting refrain, As the earth embraced the remains. Silent and still—in eternal rest, In the hallowed ground, the corpse was blessed. Gone was the body, but the spirit remained, A specter in the mist, forever ingrained. A memory of life—a tale to be told, In the echoes of time, where stories unfold. In the depths of the mist, a legacy grew, Of a life once lived, and the love that it knew. The funerary hum—a reminder of grace, As it carried the spirit to a heavenly place.
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