The Void Orchestra

A product of insomnia. One late night I heard a ringing coming from somewhere inside my room, the cause of which eluded me. So naturally it must be ghosts, right?

There's a ringing in my ears like sweet sulphur over Calvary
There are bells above my bed that sway in hands of ghostly cavalry

There are drums that drain the color from the walls wherein my eyes reside
So faint it sounds, but drowns and leaves my restless brain quite calcified

Unholy blows the organ from the orchard where the dead do play
On keys of bone they moan and slide through shadows splayed on grass of gray

This melody of mourning pours itself as souls still wither
Early morning darkness comes to stroke the melancholy zither

Chilly are the mists that slither free from crypts and frost the leaves
A sullen fog that turns the cogs of umbra clocks across the seas

Phantom tide arrives in time while pallid strings are humming
Between fingers that caress the grave by day and then start strumming

Conducting is the King of Crows, the air, it crackles with his throes
His eyes burn dark and sear the night so morning light may cast its glow

The majesty moves mirthlessly and mixes into twilight gloom
As symphonies now cease to be and wraiths retire to their tombs

A boy behind his window whites his knuckles while he grips his sheets
And shivers in his bed to ward the dead who now depart in fleets

Reviews

[C Peril]

I enjoyed this poem quite a lot. The poem is very vivid and the imagery is vibrant and engaging. I absolutely loved these following extracts in particular... 'Chilly are the mists that slither free from crypts...' 'Conducting is the King of Crows, the air, it crackles with his throes...' Thanks very much for uploading Thatch and I look forward to reading what you go on to upload in the future.