My English Verbal Poetry: Under the Wings of the Raven: 6. Field of Marble
Heavy and grey the air is silently gliding,
along the truncated willow trees,
a creepy song and a muffled sighing,
as the spooky wind blows between
the weathered stone heads of marble.
Shadow leads macabre out of cadence
the light that dizzy and so faint
scatters his last remains in a dance
of an eternal remorse and sorrow on
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