I am walking toward the shade of death, soon I will run
to escape the heat of day and get out of the sun
At my back moon's deception, in front sunset's dying beam
Behind a silver reflection, ahead a dissolving dream
Shadows merge into arms of night, soft blackness my bed
Glowing embers in starlight remnants of a fire long dead
Sweeping ashes from my soles, on my shoulder sits a crow
My draft fans the coals, behind a phoenix's burning glow
Rise thou bird of hope, fly as Icarus to the sun
Suspension in a hanged man's rope, where the death card has already won
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 20th, 2026 03:09
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Comments1
A wonderful work, reflecting both aspiration, deeply pronounced, and desperate feelings.. .A fave, my friend
Thanks so much Cellinic for the read and kind words of support and encouragement they are most valued and appreciated
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