the bells peal
toneless
in the hollow place
of the night
and the moon is
the cold light
of tenuous dreams
seen through
the strained fabric of
a threadbare sky
shadows of midnight words
pulled long and thin
by the weight
of expectation
sit by the road
waiting for redemption
that never comes
pallid night flowers bloom
in hidden places
adorned by a feeble glow
without scent
in their ragged flesh
words whispered by
constrained throats
are consumed
devoured by the ravening silence
blasting down
from oblivion
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 12:11 AM UTC
the bells peal
toneless
in the hollow place
of the night
and the moon is
the cold light
of tenuous dreams
seen through
the strained fabric of
a threadbare sky
shadows of midnight words
pulled long and thin
by the weight
of expectation
sit by the road
waiting for redemption
that never comes
pallid night flowers bloom
in hidden places
adorned by a feeble glow
without scent
in their ragged flesh
words whispered by
constrained throats
are consumed
devoured by the ravening silence
blasting down
from oblivion
