…but hope is nevermore
Loss is a shallow grave
where the shadows linger
and lengthen
where the twisted roots
of our memories
form the gates to hell
where the moon hangs low
in ashen skies
and the pale leaves
still cling to their trees
their cold whispers
endlessly circling like mist
in this cradle for the lost
the damned and the dead
a raven’s call is drifting
heavily laced with sorrow
it’s melancholy voice
seeping through the cracks
of this endless night
where sins thrive
beneath our silence
and tears fall
from hollowed eyes
the voices of lost souls
are sighing ‘nevermore’
the waters now black
with sorrow’s stain
forevermore will only reflect
the depths of our pain
for here is where our loss resides
as dreams decay
in stagnant tombs
I hear your voice from far away
‘our love was lost
upon this dark shore…
…it shall be found here
nevermore’
the last words
I will ever hear you say
now the wind abates
and the creatures of darkness
bear witness to our downfall
in the creeping silence
the ghostly echoes
of voices from the past
still clinging to our souls
now whispering their refrain
‘loss may be a shallow grave…
…but hope is nevermore’
now my tears are dripping
drip drip dripping
singing like pain
falling like rain
upon this desolate shore
© Ann Bagnall
