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
Copyright © Sandra Rao | Year Posted 2021
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