The Wandering Man

Apparition

For many years I've kept vigil in the shelter of the tomb
Listening for the sound of eerie hooves. The moons have
Come and gone yet no shadow has fallen upon me.
Only silence strangles the night.

I dreamt that through the swirling mist,she came,
Not like a dream in the dawn of life,but different.
Mysterious, an apparition of sophisticated loveliness
An ANGEL OF THE DEVIL OR THE LORD?
A mixture of the old and new.

Would a forward step take me back
Into the shelter of the tomb
Into the realms of grey death
Or...........................

Then all was still and grey
I returned troubled to the vigil in the tomb
Nearby a carrion swooped upon its prey
And in the distance hoofbeats echoed in the night.


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