…of death
My heart beats
a new rhythm
destiny unfolds
and journeys begin
unknown twists
and turns
this road is one of solitude
a path with no return
all bridges
must be crossed
these tangled rivers
will in time
reveal the truth
the turmoil within
envelops me
while awaiting
the torturous pass
of the night
and all the while
the dark red
blossoms of death
playing heedless
in the shadows
are ever whispering
quietly in my ear
© Ann Bagnall
