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Churchyard at Dusk

November 17, 2019
By PoeticMan GOLD, Fort Worth, Texas
PoeticMan GOLD, Fort Worth, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable."

- Socrates

A light fall breeze passes over the forlorn field,

Carrying with in an air of lonesomeness, a desire

To restore life into what has been sealed

Up for all eternity

The ancient Dutch church spire rises high into the perfect blackness of the night

To guard over its assets, and below it

Lie the endless rows of slate, some upright,

Some crumpled to ruin, but all marking the place of a solitary soul

An eerie call erupts from the watchful crow perched upon a forgotten catacomb

As he yells “BEWARE! BEWARE!” under the ominous harvest moon

And soon after, his spooked body flutters away to another nondescript

Tomb to escape a sound emitted from the blackness of the night

Local folklore states that if one is quiet enough they might make out

Some caliginous spectre rising from the mossy earth to mourn over past loss,

Although many feel inclined to doubt

And discredit these tales as little more than tenebrous legend

Whatever the townsfolk choose to believe, the actions of the old crow still hold true,

For on the stillest of nights, as he peers, listening, into the vast blackness surrounding him,

His heart starts to pound and he instantaneously darts from a peculiar grave, askew,

Sitting silently below the weeping willow tree

The author's comments:

“Churchyard at Dusk” hints at the incredulous nature of man to show that sometimes in order to see the truth we must first suspend our notions of reality.

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