My Gaze in Spectral
In the darkness it dwells
The visions and spells
Cast upon my gaze
That put my head in this daze
Look there is the spectral past
Shadows laid by the gleaming cast
Sight deceiving, my mind believing
Out in that bleakness, a thieving.
Beyond the layered mast
That I have laid in thus past
I bear down my soul
These images have taken their toll.
11/20/21 – Andy McRae
Tag: spirit
INK
From the shadows of my needs A tall haunting figure approaches Wielding a black ink fountain He begins to speak. Script flowing from his whip On the pages, the shrieking storm Of time flows out, pouring a never Ending stain of blood on the floor. Words curled around his tongue, The man of old begins To weave ice in threads Bringing you to his ends. Enter the labyrinth he presents A void of lovely comprise. In the lost times Of a word so fine We live our lives in a lie. His words are forever Permanent marks on a canvas Forever my body shall be thine. Print within the dotted line. - A R McRae
This is a old poem written back during either late high school or early college days. It was most likely written on my iPod.
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