Sounds

A Raven’s Call at Midnight’s hour

. . . . .A dragon’s roar in deepest night

. . . . .A wolf’s howl at full moon

A child’s awe at the twinkling of Stars of bright

. . . . .Somethings seem so contrary

. . . . .Let all are one in Nature’s eyes

A moment spend in wonder

A silent link to ages past……

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Cassandra’s Lament.

It is the knowing that hurts,

cuts, and slices to the soul.

It is my gift, my curse.

This knowing before,

a word or thought,

is formed and delivered.

It is the knowing the hurts,

cuts, and slices to the soul.

Lies…

A lifetime

played according to rules

never spoken

subscribed to beliefs

never understood.

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Lead by the hand to Charon’s dock

with rubies flowing dripping pooling

at the Ferryman’s feet.

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No coin for payment

thrown into Death’s river

surrounded by  Styx’s icy embrace.

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Washed and reborn

with Hades’ kiss…..