reflecting on the imagery of the dead echo

Creep over 

Creep deep,

Creep in silence.

Echoes sweal an empty shell—  

wept for what was lost 

Now weeping for what is left 

Will I flee as the sound of you

 draw near?

Hold me still, dispel my fear.

In your arms, let it all  drown

 a river, deep and wide, 

A gentle drift 

by fears 

Untied, unbound.

Water softens sorrow's stealth,

Washing grief 

,long-worn,

As An ancient crown.

heavy, cold 

Bale yellow  rusting gold 

Resting in despair,

Upon a trembling head.

beneath its weight,

Remind ing my self 

Do not bow  

Do not quiver.

Every now and then,

It echoes with a sound,

Sharp ,

clear—

It’s all I hear:

A voice that says:

“This inheritance, was forced by times decree

I may be

no longer grand,

No longer prized.”

, I will not  be left behind

I answer:

You are a gift long undesire

A burden steeped in my despise,

Despair that whispers of demise.

Like a crushing force in a hidden fist,

An endless night  no end in sight

In a voice so soft, devoid of rhyme—

You were never mine to keep.

.

Yet it rests, through the occasional resist,

resistance brings you joy?

Am I your muse,

Another  weary toy?

Its my pain , 

it's how you entertain 

.

Untouched by years,

Unmoved by time,

Unyielding, it sits,

In comfort reclined.

Upon lovely pleading head.

Hold me still,

Draw me near,

Grip  me tight. 

Water flows,  

rivers merge 

Sorrow, joy, loss

They  will blend 

Like Intertwined threads

 echoing  all converge 

,all is a like 

this illusion I hold?

A twisted fantasy , Hidden from sight.

Mirage it was,

Never a river.

Shifting sand,

The belly of the beast,

Swallows whole 

in a silent feast—

An endless room,

Enough for all,

All that was,

All that  be.

Hollow graves, final rest,

Reserved for slaves 

who toil and test,

With weary breath

Sifting through 

bale cold 

shifting sand

Heavy with lead,

 yet anciently grand,

Mimicking gold, 

rusting dead

Saved for all crowns

Dance 

dance as you drop 

And all I crave, with no regard

For day or night,

Is to feel you near.

 Longing mirroring 

burning desire 

I wonder 

How much of me is  truly sincere?

Is it my whole,

Or just a  part 

Untouched, unknown, 

somewhere a forgotten heart

Blind to beauty,

Lost in sight,

Sightless to all 

but fear.

That I  see clear 

In shadow’s glow,

Fear dazzle bright,

A brilliance blinding sight.

To witness beauty veiled by mist,

Sunlight fractured through  clouds—

Who dares deny the sun exists?

warm my skin,

To witness beauty from within.

Roots dig deep in an uncharted ground,

A soft sound—

Silence will  follow along, echoing bang.

Seen then

Hollow shells,

Creeping earth,

Filled with  broken crowns