writing Sacred path of uncouth tragedies

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Through cries in silent night, an outburst

In nightmarish dreams to plague my mind

A great irony stalks my thoughts

 

For cursed ground is where I walk

Where you have told me of my purpose

And from it, his sacred path I dangle now

Throat constricted, and bound from lost effort

Swaying to and fro with every passing breeze

Food for thought, as crows nibble their way through

My hanging corpse above your ground

 

My path to here from start

When you urged me forward

With messages of destiny to fill my mind

And a determination of heart

Forward under good graces

Willing and free

Forward under your eyes above

Forced and bound

 

-David F.