Entombed

My Final Halloween Offering

Entombed

In Tune with all that turns and spirals,
Songs detracting from the depths Unknown,
Haunting lute Enchanting the feral,
Moving the Earth under grass New Grown.

Tides that Shift the murky Twilight
In pitch and marrow, shuddering the Core,
Tarot Speaks when Belief Kisses night,
Tripping down the tumbling steps of Yore.

Careful, Ye who Fancy adventure,
Marvel long and Entrenched Ye Shall Be,
Entombed in mossy banks, Premature,
Locked and Staring outward Eternally.

~Morgan~
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Haunting Image found at: images2.layoutsparks.com

23 Comments

  1. I am “JUST” Learning poems with the help of a few friends..I couldn’t get them..
    I am Scottish, you know.. lol

    I like this..I get it..
    Beautiful..

    Shaun

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    1. Thanks…Shaun! Agreed, Poetry is a learned art and I think most either love it or hate it…like Opera, rather.

      This poem was actually a challenge piece where I was supposed to try to achieve avant-garde…(whatever that is!)

      Ta! ๐Ÿ˜€

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