The monkeys in the graveyard
Had fallen from the trees
They danced around the headstones
Over molding Autumn leaves
Becoming wild and evil
The more they moved around
Until the haze of Satan
Hung heavy on the ground
And all the rays of Heaven
Were gold beyond a rainbow
And all the graves were dungeons
The sky was very very cold
It was then with fire the creatures
Raised their hands to Satan
And praised his name and kingdom
And named him as the great one
Then all the souls were taken
From their cells and shaken
Like pepper in a cauldron
But no savior did awaken
The monkeys filled the treetops
And fled the blue of morning
They left on every marker
The mournful graven warning:
Your life is but an island
In a sea of darkness
The water's eating up the island
With each spiteful kiss
Welcome to the darkness
To the all alluring darkness
About the Creator
Charles Turner
My work is based on who I am now and have been in the past. It is based on a lifetime of reading. Autobiography, standard fiction, sci/fi, fantasy, westerns. I plan to put together a collection of short stories to publish via Amazon.
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