Two dark poem from a nightmare

The Widow

There’s cry in the window,
O my dear widow.
Upon the hill a shrine,
With a name underline.

Beyond a tree, upon the dark,
A shadow creature came alive
The widow mumble the same story,
You can hear from history

When the moon is upon the sky,
The widow tells when and why,
Where the tomb lies,
Arise! Arise! Arise!



Death will,
Far memories,
Hurting shadows,
all my mysteries.
Hurting agony,
nerveless pain.
Always in fear,
blackened brain.


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