Upon the Morn' - Extended Cut
Found body
beside the bed.
Checked for pulse;
I think she's dead.
Spoke last night,
was fine at dusk.
That has changed,
now empty husk.
Dread thoughts race,
feelings enmesh.
Vacant eyes,
grim glacial flesh.
Auburn hair
lost its lustre.
Regain poise,
try to muster.
Silvern tears
mark me forlorn.
World shattered
upon the morn'.
Pale vessel;
we are just things.
Now soaring
on divine wings.
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6 November 2017
3/4/3/4 syllables (checked with howmanysyllables.com)
Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017
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