This Inferno of Silence
We cast Long shadows into the past.
They cover buried things of something vast.
They cover the bones of things better left unknown.
Optic vision fires flair and cracks at the revelations.
Insane holy and profane, settling deep in the back
of memories, remain only fine dust settles
on Eons empire in vacant halls.
Alone, cold sitting in empty shadows,
a sound drone's impressions drown
delayed hands absently keep a rhythmic beat.
Only chimes echo along hollow halls
as the hands keep marking the hour.
Deep is this inferno of silence shadows
casting visions into the past.
We cast Long shadows into the past.
That cover buried things of something vast.
They cover the bones of things better left unknown.
Yeah...
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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