Through shadow deep where sun doth fail,
Where bitter winds in anguish wail,
I tread a road of ruin grey,
Where hope is lost and lost the way.
The ash doth fall like silent doom,
It chokes the breath, it shrouds the tomb,
And all about in whispers fell,
The nameless things in darkness dwell.
My feet are stone, my hands are worn,
The night is vast, the world forlorn.
No voice of bird, no leaf of green,
But barren dust where life hath been.
The weight doth bow my weary frame,
My soul is rent, yet still the same-
What light I held in days of yore,
Is now but ash upon the floor.
Yet lo! a whisper, frail and low,
A memory lost of long ago,
Of starlit pools and laughter bright,
That once did dance in golden light.
And though mine eyes no longer see,
A voice doth call, it beckons me.
Not death, not dark shall end my breath-
I walk through shadow, but not to death.
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When Silence Wept
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
