Awaiting the feast midnight roam,

Travels of ill leaving their homes.

Come my lovelies stay for a while,

Gather your trials, tribulations, just smile.

Challenging we wonder, we worry we wait,

Destiny’s to unravel shadows capture fate.

Aye but blow the steady winds a rush of madness,

They await the tears, heartache and sadness.

Screams of anger, darkness and despair,

Icy fingers reach from everywhere.

For you my lovelies I should ease your breath,

And slip ye peaceful in the place called death.

The death birds gather such wisdom in their eyes,

Sharp talons striking the dead where they lie.

A steady murmur voices with unknown tongue,

Together forever as they steal breath from the lungs.

Lay my heart beneath the feet of life,

Stomp it fiercely stab it with a thunderous knife.

Release the beat that flows this body aged,

And close the final chapter the final page.

© Cynthia Clark