…as ink gives words to silence

A killing floor, now barren and still
Both blood and ink leave dark stains
Casting my hollow faith to the four winds
Duplicitous silence circles the night
Evil etches its’ deep intricate scars
Freshly marked upon my flesh
Grounded feathers gathering
Hearing the echoes of hubris
Into the endless void I scream
Jaded and empty as the shadows shift
Kneeling on the coils of a dragons’ tail
Lies and truths will unveil themselves
Moonlight is a mirror reflecting darkness
Nowhere is now a destination that I crave
Open and waiting, a shallow grave
Petals of pain, are falling once again
Quietly quivering, my quill awaits
Running through my veins, fear reigns
Stones heavy in the ocean of my heart
The tapestry of time is shredded to threads
Unseen, the gathering is quietly whispering
Verses strangled by venomous vines
Writing in darkness between the lines
X-ray eyes scan the scars of my soul
You do not see my spectral form
Zenith approaches, and ink gives words to silence
© Ann Bagnall