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The Keeper of You

Poetry By: steven cooke

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.


Through frosted windows,

A whispered orb appears

Hovering over mortal conscience

Mirrored in masked apparitions,

Around the candles flicker.


Voices fill the room

Calling the cemeteries dead

Calling witness to this passing

And In the Rocking chair a figure


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


The quill of mankind

Is Here to empty your soul,

Though your heart will try and hide,

The truth,

The person that is you.


For in his wisdom

Creation gave you a conscience

And that will always betray

This person that was you


And another testimony is done

In the trial of Mankind


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