I looked upon the scene in front
each step I took it brought me
closer to the gate and
broken walls so worn
and fragile were
they as I approached.
These decayed trees with hung
branches laying limp from
thirst they could not taste
of water dried from dead
roots and moisture
sucked from their veins.
My depression was chaotic a sense
of ruin overhung me as fear
gripped my soul and my
breath hung in limp air
looking back at me with
despair as it’s veil and
icy touch left me with
a sinking feeling
penetrating my heart.
It was an unnerving sensation I felt
drawing me closer and closer yet
further apart from her beckoning
call could it be her my lost twin
my other part of self my Lenore
calling through the darkened
Had she been buried alive in
this mortuary of the dammed
or was her mere mortality
just a sham or the
boundary which divides
life from death simply lost
in shadows that only heaven
bound can see and not cast
away buried souls without their
silver cord attached to the other side.
Oh she sleeps the deep sleep of slumber
so lasting evermore for my Lenore
I weep for thee as I approach your
marker chipped and bleeding lost
in time broken and leaning on it’s side.
Fed to the worms who gnaw at your
sweet flesh and creep about your
coffin worn and torn you lay there
composed with beauty still
radiant in peaceful slumber
triumphant as once was over
death yet sickly dying inside
that brought on your demise.
I wished she had a tomb of golden
arches and stately gate secure
and locked her coffin raised
on pedestal so high that no
creatures of the earth or
night could touch her beauty
as she rested in deep sleep
awaiting her sweetheart of
her fragile life.
I bowed my head so heavy was
it from the weight on my soul standing
over my Lenore I said a silent prayer
and saw the light under my boots
set off a glow and knew she heard
my words uttered in silence she
whispered back take care my love
I await thee on the other side of
Hell a place angelic with choirs
only I can hear until together we
shall share our love in eternity.
I slowly looked up and placed her
rose upon the stone and quietly
left that place of rest for my Lenore.
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