Death rides a horse white
Steals through shuttered windows
Dancing around the soft slivers
Of moonlight.
The storm ceases its uproar
And rains dull to a drizzle
Keys turn within locked doors
Shattering cages in frosty fizzle.
A haunting melody resonates in a hum
Notes woven by Death's own voice
Fluttering butterflies impose
A heavy numb.
As the song ebbs and flows
Spirits respond to the dancing art
Enchantment draws fear close
Ensnares senses, captures hearts.
The bleary-eyed girl of dried-up tears
Tricked to slip in her watch
Misses grandmother's soul leave
The Here.
She remains sullen, like a wilted leaf
Nor does the widower remember
Or the orphan, the slip brief
That aches in grief forever.
Sorrow sways in the foreign groove
As blood, sweat and tears stain the earth
Through the calm, only a distant echo
Of clip-clopping hooves.
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Introspection
PoetryThis is my collection of poems. They are like diary entries of my teenage years and signify my growth. I have been writing them for a while. Hope you enjoy it.
