The Slumber

I looked upon the scene in front each step

I took it brought me closer to the gate and

broken walls so worn and fragile were

they as I approached

 

These decayed trees with hung branches

laying limp from thirst they could not taste

of water dried from dead roots and moisture

sucked from their veins.

 

My depression was chaotic a sense of ruin

overhung me as fear gripped my soul and

my breath hung in limp air looking back at

me with despair as it’s veil and icy touch left

me with a sinking feeling

penetrating my heart.

 

It was an unnerving sensation I felt

drawing me closer and closer yet

further apart from her beckoning call

could it be her my lost twin my other

part of self my Lenore calling through

the darkened night.

 

Had she been buried alive in this mortuary

of the dammed or was her mere mortality just

a sham or is the boundary which divides life

from death simply lost in shadows that only

heaven bound can see and not cast away

buried souls without their silver cord

attached to the other side.

 

Oh she sleeps the deep sleep of slumber

so lasting evermore for my Lenore I weep

for thee as I approach your marker chipped

and bleeding lost in time broken

leaning on it’s side.

 

Fed to the worms who gnaw at your sweet

flesh and creep about your coffin worn and

torn you lay there composed with beauty still

radiant in peaceful slumber triumphant as once

was over death yet sickly dying inside that

brought on your demise.

 

I wished she had a tomb of golden arches

and stately gate secure and locked her coffin

raised on pedestal so high that no creatures

of the earth or night could touch her beauty

as she rested in deep sleep awaiting her

sweetheart from her fragile life.

 

I bowed my head so heavy was it from

the weight on my soul standing over my

Lenore I said a silent prayer and saw the

light under my boots set off a glow and

knew she heard my words uttered in silence

and whispered back take care my love for

I await thee on the other side of Hell

a place angelic with choirs only I can hear

until together we shall share our love in eternity

 

I slowly looked up and placed her rose upon

the stone and quietly left that place

of rest for my Lenore.

 

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