Sandra Rao Poet Rhyme

The Harbinger

Cast by a shadow
            So dark and fierce
       As the cavern below
           Pulling its course rapidly



          Of spirit vent to infinity
            Calling its echo infinite
          The hollow   to its serenity
             Pulling its course rapidly


            When cast to surrender 
            It follows  in treble hold
            sacrosanct to engender
            Pulling its course rapidly 

            What heavens forbid
       Yet it holds tightly its grip
                In graves morbid
            Pulling its course rapidly 

Sandra Rao

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