SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET
Wednesday, 6. February 2008, 22:56:54
And dark the closet of minds past
in the recesses of the mind and heart
that dares not reveals secrets that bask
tightly packed away once thought secure
the shadows that make lonely company
materialise in the mist of shattered dreams
the deadly drama that stands in silence
with haunting tones of invisible threat
the vastness of void and nothing
where the dead live forever
so hollow the darkeness that stretches
from twighlights misty shadows
wretched dangerous darkness
once abandoned that left nought more
than a shadow of dappled trail foreboding
and now the pull of the unknown
reveals the skeletons in the closet
that silently crept beneath the surface
of daylights hour fearing all
of mornings sunrise prefering
the shadows painted in the evening
and scraggy bit of cold dark shade now
emerges from the dragons cave,what
strange moon that sends a bolt of evil
untangling realm of perpetual darkness
the hauntings of childhoods drone and blur
that crumbled long ago heavens ladder
dread of moment that now is here
and where be the strength to face
the seasons in hell
like a bad dream that I awaken
from the city of the dead
that rings its deathly bell
for now I am found in the middle
of nowhere, no where to run
and no where to hide
black coal of night, you are all chaos
and the dreams have been a grey lonely place
you have been the mistress of deception
you have been my haunting that
relented not forcing your march
in evenings dreams and nightmares
writhing like dragons tail with
all time to sharpen your claws
but the dead shall not live forever
for even in my closet, I was never alone
never left unprotected for I was given
saving grace while you were ruffling
through my darkest recesses and writing
the book of the dead.....for the God
of this afterlife held my hand
protected my heart, untangled my dreams
and poured light little by little
on your darkened games of vehicles
of destruction enough to drive one mad
and you will be left alone in an
unmarked grave never to be remembered
for I will walk in lush green hills
and never again to hear your roar
as mighty angels of the Lord with one
fell swoop of a mighty flaming sword
slices through your hate and spite
sending your unholy darkness of secrets
into eternity's abyss and I will dwell
in peace and slumber sweetly and rest
beyond the shadows past....
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
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