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The Keeper of You

Poetry By: steven cooke
Fantasy


Tags: Death


A dark poem wondering if you will be called to account for the life you have led.


Submitted:Apr 12, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


As the moon argues with clouds

In winter's tormented sky

A frail life lingers in the shadows

Waiting for deaths hello

To glide over the river of Styx

On the spirit ofhis funeral swan.

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Through frosted windows,

A whispered orb appears

Hovering over mortal conscience

Mirrored in masked apparitions,

Around the candles flicker.

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Voices fill the room

Calling the cemeteries dead

Calling witness to this passing

And In the Rocking chair a figure

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Speaking, plumes of mist

Looking from a dark abyss

Where once there was a face,

The scratching of a Quill,

Writing, moving across a veil of grey,

Hiding the pages beneath

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The quill of mankind

Is Here to empty your soul,

Though your heart will try and hide,

The truth,

The person that is you.

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For in his wisdom

Creation gave you a conscience

And that will always betray

This person that was you

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And another testimony is done

In the trial of Mankind





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