A Keening of Cause

Halloween Poem #9:

Pine Valley Lake - Banshee of Creeper Rope

A Keening of Cause
by Michael Romani

Fallen into second sight's vision
I find myself lost in indecision
There inside that stinging fog
Sawn in half like a totem's log

It's too late for what will come
To all and not just for some
Eyes centered until as one
Played out in tattoo on the drum

Darkness is coming to us all
Do you hear it and its call
Darkness will form its own wall
Before Lucifer shines before us all

Our dark history is mired in the mud
A trick of time and paid full in blood
Pale skinned and adorned with raven hair
A livid sense of danger in the night's air

Some might say boldly it is as it is willed
As goosebumps chill throughout the thrilled
We sense our impending doom quite pleasantly
For it's the gateway unto all of eternity

A circumstance of ritual and unpleasant mystery
Stripped harshly and scarred in our history
Burned to death for the sake of legacy
Lamentations sing our way to immortality

(c) October 9, 2019  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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