Call (a poem)

Call –

and I will part the veil of black.

Call –

and I will walk the hidden path

and let my footsteps fall into the silence, unseen.

Call –

and I will kneel at the altar of bone and worship in dusk and grey.

Call –

and I will speak your words

and let my words fall into silence, unbidden.

Let Death come.

Let Death call.

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2 thoughts on “Call (a poem)

  1. ladyimbrium says:

    Chills….this gave me them.

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