Depths of Vision
Lashing out from the depths of oneís soul,
shadows of a lonely Raven in silent flight,
upon a moonlit night it often takes itís toll,
beneath the haunting full moon ever bright.
Ghostly shadows dance mocking ageless time,
flickering realm of mortality left upon the earth,
their existence real or an illusion of oneís mind,
never knowing, left in confusion since our birth.
The death defying sounds of the howling wind,
hearts skips a beat, stopping dead in their tracks,
voices in the shadows from whence youíve been,
panic manifest to terror in the courage one lacks.
Luminescing light fog floats adrift in the cold air,
moving, penetrating essence with a freezing chill,
overcome with a strange feeling beyond compare,
alone in desperation without control of oneís will.
In the darkness strange happening seem to flourish,
a lonely owl upon a branch itís peering eyes on fire,
in a land of predators where spilling blood can nourish,
ghostly spirits feast in the silence of the moonís delight.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences