Poet Tellaferro Poet Free verse

In Deaths Silent Flames

In the dark
ticking of the clock 

along the ancient walls
silence is deafening
echoes in the halls

the moon glows, cold
as its bright moonbeams 
are sliced into sliver ribbons 
across the floor 

sliding across the tattered door
nothing stirs all is unmoved
a shadow sits nodding, near 

an archway it lingers
as darkness is never complete 
the fire struggles with its blaze

its embers are lazy crimson, orange
they die in deaths silent, flames
wile wind dances

in the skeletons of winters trees
where there’s only a sliver to trace,
intricate patterns in moonlight n shadows

as a clock strikes, the infinite 
tick     


tick    


tick (x3)


Tock
in the deep dark
still unmarked by the settling clock

as pale moonbeams are sliced
on forgotten dusty floors
a shadow sits nodding, in silence...

near the ancient doors...

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