The Night He Died
Ran shackled buildings, mirrored my time
worn spirit
Hours passed, and birds had flown,
and
Soon- Dusk... beget nightfall.
Crows hid, Inside the pitch of black
and cats, roamed cryptic alleys.
As I yielded to life's abandonment,
vague were the memories
of that somber night.
Dripping in perfumed tears,
dreary and hollow did the earth embrace
me.
I cursed the eve of death.
Barren, I lay, crumbled and dour.
Dressed in garb's blackness-
Every face and stare, went unnoticed,
for void were my eyes, streaked
with crimson. And far were dismal
echoes of communication,
as, the sound of death, drowned
the crickets stridulation.
A crash of light came.... uninvited
but, downcast were my eyes.
And yarrow, did not bloom.