Evening spreads its wings
Across setting sun’s delight
As a stalking spirit brings
Passing glows in the night
Come, the marching band
Hauntingly this way
Visions of death by hand
Hearts lost in lies of grey
Here I call deceitful names
Thumping tremors in my soul
I do believe it tames
A time I shall never know
Tremors of my beating heart
I shall live the nights alone
Recreating sounds of Mozart
The dream, the want, the broken stone
So may come the day
I shall rest my weary head
Lay down and become prey
To the setting sun’s dread
Do I dare still dream
Of such a treat that makes
The spreading of wildflowers seem
Less than a miracle, a fake
Do I dare disturb the course
Disturb the faith of souls
Do I dare for the minute force
Belief seen through keyholes
Amusement chills my heart
Where I stay with dark demons
In my reflection, I do depart
Soft touches from these virgins
And in the season of my death
When the days of dark join me
May I taste her final breath
Across the skies in eternity
Shall I depart once and for all
Leave my ramblings of the past
I advance through the halls
Valley of shadows now trespassed
I look upon the world I dwell
I have lingered so it seems
I hear the voices from my hell
Arousing me from this dream
About the Creator
RJ Derby
I was drawn to the written word by literacy influences such as Stephen King, H.P. Lovecraft, Clive Barker, Ray Bradbury, Neil Gaiman, Peter Straub, Edgar Allen Poe, and Bram Stoker.
I live in WA, Australia
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