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An Echo In Stone
The grave lies isolated on a hill side
No flowers, frail remembrance
Sentinel trees nod in the wind
A shrouded moon gazes downward
Rain falls like tears
I sink to my knees, my rags ripping further
My gray fingers wipe the dust from the marker
The inscription whispers:
"Benighted Son, Brother, Father
Conceiver of pain
Breeder of sorrow
No grave shall contain
Shall return on the morrow"
My eyes rise to the space above this sentiment, the blur of dates:
The name engraved therein is my own
Memento mori. An echo in stone.
No flowers, frail remembrance
Sentinel trees nod in the wind
A shrouded moon gazes downward
Rain falls like tears
I sink to my knees, my rags ripping further
My gray fingers wipe the dust from the marker
The inscription whispers:
"Benighted Son, Brother, Father
Conceiver of pain
Breeder of sorrow
No grave shall contain
Shall return on the morrow"
My eyes rise to the space above this sentiment, the blur of dates:
The name engraved therein is my own
Memento mori. An echo in stone.
Published 15th Jan 2015
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15th Jan 2015 4:38pm
15th Jan 2015 4:58pm
Thanks, Lady Crim. It's a pretty basic ghost story. I just hope it's coherent.
Anonymous
15th Jan 2015 6:19pm
Sir Crow,
This is a very deep haunting write, the feeling of sorrow and doom at the end in the realisation of it being your own. The descriptions...so beautiful my friend.
Lady Muse
This is a very deep haunting write, the feeling of sorrow and doom at the end in the realisation of it being your own. The descriptions...so beautiful my friend.
Lady Muse
15th Jan 2015 6:28pm
Lady Muse,
Thanks. It's kind of a gothic "Twilight Zone", I guess. Or "Night Gallery". "Stone" doesn't measure up to Rod Serling, but it does have a switch. And the switch seems to be off.
Thanks. It's kind of a gothic "Twilight Zone", I guess. Or "Night Gallery". "Stone" doesn't measure up to Rod Serling, but it does have a switch. And the switch seems to be off.
15th Jan 2015 6:34pm
Dark and lonely, like much of your writing. You words create a very visceral, very compelling world, Crow. Well done.
15th Jan 2015 6:42pm
Thank you, Virginia. You're criticism has the ring of professionalism and is always a pleasure to read.
15th Jan 2015 11:05pm
i adore these eerie vignettes of yours, crowfly. this one in particular is superbly surreal and so well written.
much enjoyed
much enjoyed
16th Jan 2015 1:27am
Thank you, Katja. I was a little concerned that it was surreal to the point of being hard to understand. I'm glad it at least makes some kind of sense, even if it's supernatural.
16th Jan 2015 00:39am
16th Jan 2015 1:31am
Thank you, Grace. I'd be satisfied if it made it to "Tales From the Crypt." I'm really glad you enjoyed it.
Oh Crow.....this is spooky.....I was captured by It though.....enjoyed...xo :)
17th Jan 2015 4:42am
It's meant to be a little chilling, Flower. I'm glad you enjoyed it, though. I wouldn't want to scare you away.
23rd Jan 2015 4:48pm
Epitaph of excellence!!! I very much love this ink. [ominous ambiance]. That's my kind of realm. Thank you so much for sharing this poem. Respectfully - blue angel
23rd Jan 2015 5:08pm
Thank you, Blue Angel. I'm also interested in gothic realms, crumbling castles, old graveyards and plenty of vampires. But it's the period atmosphere I really go for, the locations where Carmilla and a scoundrel like Edwin Drood might wander.
29th Jan 2015 6:26am
