

SHE WENTThey say An age of innocence departedSHE WENT
With her shoulders held straight
Like a sacrifice She went without a sound Beneath the cover of night Into the whispering shadows Lapped cautiously against the brink Convening over her head Drawing purchase
From the stones she swallowed
They say Seldom-seen mysteries of darkness Drew breath once for her passage And cried Out in suffering against this elegy She passes beneath the stone She draws breath in water And fills her lungs with reproof You didn't see Her desperation &nbs


MOMENT IIHere comes silence Stealing slowMOMENT II
Like the first frosts of December Approaching the window glass Tentative for breath
Slow shadows in the descending dusk Whisper secrets And creep hand in hand across the
Cemetary lawn Where ghosts wait, wrapped in stone Grey burdens of time Inscribed on their brows
Here departs comfort Withdrawing like golden lamplight Quick carried down the corridor
Oh, scurry now To catch it up Before the long shadows meet their brothers And the night falls Like a stone dropped well-ward &n


SHALLOW GRAVESSHALLOW GRAVESSHALLOW GRAVES
A slow shifting, Time passes Years fall like leaves Upon her bones Wrested to a shallow grave
The trickle of water Seeping slow between grains of sand The hourglass unstopped Bequeaths a stream of seconds Displacing her breath The Autumn fever of her Solitary longing
Above, geese cry Marking their pathways across An expanse of guilt-gray sky Calling south Her remains
Whispered secrets Stolen in shadows She fled the words But they can't reach her now
Sleeping in th


the rose's requiemwaiting for no onethe rose's requiem
in this dark, dismal street
feigning allegiance
with the darkness that permeats
as hell tears at me
from within my soul
i whisper softly
incoherent odes
wishing someone would hear
wishing someone would find me
better do nothing
all hope is gone
save up my strength
to last see the sun
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own
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A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night
I'm so gothic, I'm not only dead, I'm a f&^*$%# ZOMBIE!
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