The sky held no graceful light that fall eve
All vision was granted by the flickering flame
A skeleton lies on the broken road with little to grieve
Broken glass coats its head and eyes with a rusted name
Precious air was gone from the swifter feet that moved once
By the red light dancing upon a wood pedestal, their demise is seen
Shadows creep upon the grave, a foul air fills life’s absence
A lonely beckon is the only witness here, no hope to glean
The breath of life is gone, darkness has hidden this space in its cloak
Way-less souls fly away, leaving behind a dying light and broken chariot
Now the wind aids in the destruction, choking the remains with smoke
Swept away, lost and forgotten, the fire consumes all and has become their casket.
One thought on “Wisps of Death”
Great imagery here. It does well to show the choking darkness of the tragedy of death that is the curse of our fallen world.