A Goblin's Dirge
Tears, cold tears, amid the rose’s thorns
as weeping shadows dance o’er long cold bones
crying in the clouds of sobbing dawns
sobbing in the depth of unfilled holes
the agony of ancient crying pipes
scarred the weeping thoughts of cringing souls
raindrops fell, as if by weeping angels shed
chilled the crying moans of those not dead
played sobbing taps upon uncovered heads
and as the sobbing mourners slow withdrew
the weeping raven mourners slowly flew
crying, amid the rose’s thorns, cold tears
©7/25/2021
The Goblin’s Jewel Box 1 Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2021
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