Winter’s night

enduring a new moon
in the depth of winter’s night,
dark, cold and cursed,
existence rides in a coffin
in the back of a hearse,
waiting to be interred
till resurrection at morning light
buries treasures
never to be unearthed,
stolen by monarchs
or mortals worn.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Wow, dark, bleak and creepy. Not what I expect at all. Thinking it was going to be a description of a snow-covered landscape. Instead of a horror movie image. Wickedly excellent I must add.