V

"The Heart of The Beggar's Tomb"

Across the vines in a bottomless night

A distant dome, ways from home

Lied fences of iron, and inner light

The beggar was drenched from the sand and storm   

Terrains of acid burned the grounds to ashes

Trees drowned with the reaper and hound

A wind surpasses in the thunder's flashes

Calling the beggar to his mound

For endless hours he hid 'neath the bower

A wakeless room, awaiting his doom

The hand of the hour choked the clock tower

Hacking fumes to the heart of the tomb

The crevasses had yet to hit the crowned abyss 

His frozen teeth hadn't let him speak

The beggar's paralysis was quite blasphemous

His gasping screams were self redeemed

The reaper and the hound hoisted the mound

Finding no remains, but his cane

Breaking the sound until the beggar was found

The heart and brain of the tomb reigns 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem told of a hard journey and I like the way you ended the poem. I like the way you used the beggar. Allowing the reader to feel the thoughts and emotion. I like the description in this chapter. Create a place of misery and hard life. Thank you for sharing the excellent chapter.
Coyote