Lamentations for the Dead

Here in a stark grey-weld dawn
a conspiracy of blue-black ravens
hovering in trees, mourning, keening
Sending the gruesome dead creatures
crawling back to their ancient graves
until the next up-raising
when tulle white day gives way
anew to an ebony silk night.

In the radiant morning sun
soul-less slaves stand watch
with each tick of the faceless clock
yearning for each buttery sun’s end
so they may lay their head, rest again
when once more the undead roam
seeking a pulsing supple throat
to feed their blood-starved needs

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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24 Comments on “Lamentations for the Dead

  1. “Here in a stark grey-weld dawn a conspiracy of blue-black ravens hovering in trees, mourning, keening,” … goodness that’s one hell of an captivating opening, Linda!! I loved every word! ❤️ Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 😀

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  2. A spooky poem matched with a suitably spooky image, Linda! I love the ‘conspiracy of blue-black ravens’ and the soul-less slaves ‘yearning for each buttery sun’s end’.

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  3. One hopes that the souls are at peace, even while the body is being profaned by hunting the living.

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