Pale Bones

The tree wailed in the wind

Chains squealed link upon link

Hands of bone caged hard

A life

Long gone

Swung rattling.

A pendant

A ring

A broach

Lay nestled in the loam beneath

Who had she been?

She who was let to hang by hand

Till doomsday death embraced

How many rains had come?

How many suns had shined?

Since she had walked living upon the land

How many kisses had she given

How many desires impassioned

Before she had come to this end.

Never to be known

The secrets of these pale bones

Kissed now

Only by the soft rays

Of Luna’s light.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Well.. you know I'd love this.. the woman the quest..the moon.. sigh.. very passionate...xo

[Wolfwind]

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I was attempting to bring to life and death in an esoteric and more beautiful way.

[Lily Mae]

You did a great job with that for sure..x