Do whisper to those aged wind,
– Those who do salute.
The grace of your tragedy, all your woes,
They shall rend
All the gossip mute.
Ever do they strive to fight
–To perhaps dispute–
Your hidden grace and beauty,
Do give upon those unworthy the tale
Of your superiority.
Fight their mocking tales of your pain and sorrow
– those painting you in unsavory light–
With undeserved wisdom and kindness
Blessed upon the morrow.
Slice open their ill will
– let their foul guts out curlish spill–
Be kind so that they might
Just learn to heal their wounds.
Just lean into these words,
This shall serve you well,
And teach the world to love.
And thence,
From hence,
For kindness shall
You,
in death,
Be like a dove.
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Within the Catacombs of the Soul
Short Story"They who dream by day are cognizantof many things which escape those who dream only by night." Edgar Allan Poe. A collection of short stories and poems written over the years by Alexis Pool.
