Hallow's grave whispers among the silvery elms
The fate of sunshine cast beyond tender nestled years
And the days of lives stolen into morning bird songs
Raptured by the iniquitous gallows bird of immoral storms
We fall inside this unending torrent of our silent nightmare
Haunted by the living memories of unseen horror’s breath
Knowing that your voices echo into the lark of eternal memories
By those who heard your finale voices screaming in execution’s fear…
Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley
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