In the bleak midwinter
An eery whisper into my ear
Draws nearer as that Spectre
Dwelling deep in your darkest fear
Incanting a tall-tale, frail as ether
Numbing the bones before the flesh
In vain rose the crimson stale afresh
Wailing still....
Dawn has arrived
With many a hazard i survived
Beneath the thriving sun
Dreams are forsaken, archived
Relinquished, forever vanquished
And undone.
An Imploding drive... collapses all
Into one.
And bids the live ectoplasm a transcendent run....or pass....
Through the opalescent glass,
peers the greatest dark
I harken back to the obscure past
Passing by the last gloomy lagoon
I recall that of which i had no memory
A tale that eclipses the epic story
Where the hero, never really returns
At the eventide
But the fire that burns,
And the hope we abide....
©poetree
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