Continuing on my semi-gothic mood, Halloween Poem #8:

A Bleakness of Breath
by Michael Romani

In a cemetery of bleakness
Down from the Devil's house
In a coldness that speaks of this
There is a tremble as quiet as a mouse

A child there is laid to rest
Younger than should be buried
Laid within as the earth's new guest
Through troubles she should not have carried

A beloved daughter has taken her last breath
In doing so, she is delivered unto death
While looking on is Lilith's apparition
Staring into the abyss with morbid anticipation

Alone, Lilith walks among the dead
A ghastly vision stuck inside my head
Her venom dripping without concern
Her spite of man, one she had to learn

Sing a song of sixpence, as the dead begin to crawl
Hurry inside child, as the black raven caws
God to sinners vehemently reconciled
As those who struggle feel lost and defiled

Evil there in it brushed back of good
Drawing nearer in pretense as it must and should
Until at last, she reaches striking distance
Having prevailed against all resistance

And death, as sweet as it is, comes serene
As just another passage of our mortal beings
Wearing the disguise of a much needed friend
Death is death at last breath drawn at the end

(c) October 8, 2019  Michael Romani
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