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