Aloof on the gravel path engraved
Where vacant reeds and lilies play,
Chilling air rolls in by fog
And casts a darkness over the day.
Battered down the chapel road
Walked on morning's weeping nigh,
Effusive greetings turned sullen throws
Whence demons arrived and where they go.
Adjourned by severance grey's humble hush
Grew softer against the pale,
By doubtful truth settled unjust
In the revelry of a well-known tale.
One horrid worm that tarnished leaves
Sought to best his loom, and won,
Fettered then he made his peace
As he turned to face the sun.
Along the rubble path inlaid
Where all but white had cowered away,
Baleful air rolled in by fog
To cast a darkness over the day.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hey everyone, thanks for stopping by. If you enjoyed the read then the pleasure is all mine. (That rhyme was unintentional).
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Comments1
Love the lilt and flow of these dark lines where oblivion strolls among all your wordings - -good to see you back posting my friend .
Thank you very much for your saying so :p
Always a pleasure to see you.
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