zaterdag 1 november 2014

Field of marble













Heavy and grey the air is silently gliding
along the truncated willow trees
a creepy song and a muffled sighing
as the spooky wind blows between
the weathered stone heads of marble.

Shadow leads macabre out of cadence                                        
the light that dizzy and so faint
scatters his last remains in a dance
of an eternal remorse and sorrow on

the weathered stone heads of marble.

Freakish warped spine-chilling statures
draw the ground with black granite stones
with a cross to picture the final ending
to show us the way, departed under

the weathered stone heads of marble.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

19/10/2014

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