An accursed soul
Glances to the land
And staggers onward
Past the broken bridge
To that silent land

Forgotten land, empty
Even birds give wide birth
An eerie silence ****** at the air
Although even sound retreated
Clouds, frayed even, as they passed
Often times, bringing a slight rain
Not enough to bother, just annoy

The bridge was, at one time
A roman thing, arched and strong
But time had broken it's spine
Bringing pocked and rain spots
Driven deep, ripping mortar from stone
This poor gateway, spanned
A chasm far above glass broken rock

Rumored deep inside, lost for ages
Secreted away, a fortune of treasure
Of a forgotten time, remains unfound
Many an adventurer sought
This silent land

But Death stalks here
She brings all her chosen
To lay in in unmarked graves
Too many to show much
Only that of turned earth
Stretching from horizon and further
This was her place

From a distance you might see her
Striding casually, a sensual beauty
Not a hair out of place, hips dancing
Walking, the land drowning sound
Holding it's breath lest she notice

The soil has a stillness to it
Footprints fading even as they're made
Even though it was rich and dark
Moist between her toes
Undaring to ***** her feet
Her eyes fixed, a destination
Her path is straight, unconcerned

Tearing your eyes away
You notice that the land bends
To both accentuate her curves
And stealing notice from her
A trap, because she will notice you

She points, you think
Not at you, but you know
She has chosen, she has seen
You are not welcome
Her voice makes no sound
But she speaks and you hear
Melodious and enchanting; silent

A step, a foot betrays you
Before you know it's your own
A second, before you can stop it
The land has you, brings you to her
Sinking as you go, silence overwhelming

She speaks, your sins; triumphs
Not judging, merely reiterating
Telling a story that cannot be heard
Justifying your place here
Down you go, dissolving to earth
Until you look up at her
Face level with her feet

Still you sink, but she bends
Almost to pluck a flower
But her graceful finger tips your chin
She leans forward, lips to kiss
And planted, you dip, at last, below

There is nothing to hear, this land sings
But the sound is in knowing
Not the be heard; only for her
Does it's voice project
You realize yours has joined the chorus
You call to her, wanting to feel her step
Wanting only her kiss once more