Catacombs
Sunlight we merely dream of
here amongst the bones
with the memories of the past
these haunted caverns
dank in their prisons
Acceptances specter
teaches our children
there before the pulpit of skulls
deaths contract is written
Reincarnations end pays the toll
rigmarole I see in their eyes
praising as such, this dry arid dust
for in the gloom of their minds
a festival of cadavers
explains their lives
Built to the walls these bodies piled
sacrificial font filled with lies
lay the drudgery
interminable
in this church of the night
The catacombs
devour
there is no light
In pale and empty form of soul
thus the habit of breathing
is the only goal
and here amidst the ancient bones
lays the memorial past
of these haunted caverns
The catacombs
devour
there is no light
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2017
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