Grave Whispers

Rise up O fallen one for thy

grave has opened.

The moon shells, out, it’s ray’s.

Snakes stream o’er the ground.

Clambering bones lift in height.

Sightless eyes, emptied of their

sockets, stare blindly.

Chattering teeth speak of

lost love.

Of lovers in the night’s silken

blaze.

Of hearts that burned of

passion’s deep.

Now he weeps.

But his tears are gone.

Pooled under his lifeless form.

Wetting the ground from

whence he came.

Silent moans whisper her

name.

My lover, my lovers, come nigh.

He sighs.

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