6. Field of Marble

In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Edgar Allan Poe

Heavy 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.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

19/10/2014

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing tale told in the poetry. Darkness and stones. Can awake us to real life. Loved your verbal poetry and written words my friend. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thanks, John, with posting the verbal poem on Soundcloud, my poem gets another dimension and I'm glad you liked it. :) rudi

[Coyote Poetry]

I did. Verbal poetry is the future and you are welcome.