My newest work-almost done--As always would like to know what you think.
Finality
The sky breaks
the wind saunters
it murmurs your name,
echoing the forlorn.
The ravens’ raspy voices,
Omens of fate-
They grasp weeping branches,
warbling of life halted.
They couldn’t be staved.
Demons in spastic unison.
Sanctioned to dance-
The exorcism waived.
Opening their maws,
tearing through time,
as sunlight tumbles.
The clouds draw.
Coyotes yip shrilly,
in pockets of darkness,
privy to the knowledge,
of the impending harvest.
This creature feature,
far too grotesque.
Screaming sheep flaying
as you plummet eternal
Your pieces rippling
the welcoming surface
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