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Not E'En Footsteps of Angels

The footbridge stood Far deep within the wood Moonlight on stone Gave forth a ghostly glow The stones shone white As bleached bone might Hard and dark As the eye of a crow The overpowering reek From the creek that ran ‘neath Was of pungent incense And dead flowers Both at once rancid and sweet As from slow rotting meat Across creek a carpet In the Devil’s bowers The bridge long unwalked Would say if it talked “I’m naught but mortar and stone So please don’t deny me At least you could try me So I shouldn’t be All so alone” But don’t be tempted To enter the wood Nor should you be enticed to cross the footbridge… In the least… E’en footsteps of Angels Are not meant for that span Much less so for e’en …Man or for beast…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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