6. Field of MarbleA Chapter by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereIn death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Edgar Allan PoeHeavy 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.
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StatsAuthorRudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..Writing
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