Raven's Love and Hope Kept Alive
Part II
“I walk a decrepit graveyard alone, in mists stirred by contrast winds
As a storm brews, I am grateful that I know in my heart he's alive
Skies bream with promise of torrent rain and shelter must be found
It appears; I’ve lost my shawl, and feel the cold chill even as I dream
I’m convinced it’s due to the storm; not because I walk amidst the dead
Further, I see through clammy mist a mausoleum, looms in the silence
As I near those rusty iron gates, leaves rustle loud in the silence
And I picture armed vagrants once here, perhaps chased by the winds
Now I rest assured, I am alone as I search this place of the dead
Painful moans erupt from within; my heart leaps; could it be, he's alive?
‘Who are you?’ My hear raced fiercely, convinced, this concludes my dream
Intermittent moonlight cast upon the floor, My Ross, at last is found!”
In a tomb her Ross laid in the silence; by love and hope kept alive
Calling upon soft summer winds; manifested in persistent dreams
Which resounded that among the dead, her beloved would be found
~*~
By Annalise Brigham
For: A Rambling Poet’s “Among the Dead” Contest
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