THE SEASON OF DEATH
Epitaphic season’s of death approaches,
reaping in by the funebrial lull of darkness.
Listen in abandon, to the eclictic wind chimes;
Where the pastoral shadows kiss upon questions;
Gainfully opposing revelation’s quintessential hand.
While the illusive death knells rejoice,
and echoicly sing, whispering softness
upon the gentle orbs of transition;
Into the palatial depths of quietude’s ebonic fortress,
the wrought gallows bird are hung with roped intentions;
Knowing freedom begets the silent choices we make.
Knocking upon the birthing thresholds of adversity;
Ceremonial rituals become harnessed by illusivity;
Announcing another arrival, into the season of death,
as the litany of time breaths into every living moment…
© Visionary Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley
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