The Gallows Call
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The Gallows Call
The gallows call…
Restless in my sleep,
echoing,
through ancient halls of
(long) dead kings,
I, am there.
Darkness surrounds me,
engulfs my soul,
a black stake of impenetrable (non) existence
buries
into my heart
as the darkness enfolds me
Still,
the gallows call…
On a hill,
in ancient ruins,
my restless sleep still consumes me,
imprisoning me in invisible barriers
that cannot be breached, (or broken)
as I gaze upon the ruins,
shades of past heroes and villains
rise from the shadows of the time worn stones,
their reaching arms
are trying to grasp me
to take me into their realm.
Helpless to break away and run,
(to the daylight)
I
am
taken
down
Darkness...
Yet, still...
the gallows call...
Alone,
I am in a (dark) dry cell.
Twilight filters down from a slanting crevice
far above my broken spirit.
Roaches scurry in the darkness,
rats chase them in the shadows.
I bang on the walls (of my despair)
Yet awaken, I do not.
…footsteps?
Approaching slowly down the corridor
walk two men,
black their attire,
and to my horror,
I realize one a priest,
the other an executioner.
(the soul saver, and life taker)
In my stricken sulleness I realize they are separate
(in spirit)
But kindred in heart,
for, is there really a difference?
As I struggle to awake,
the true horror of the situation dawns on me,
that I am not asleep!
This time there will be no sudden fade from consciousness,
no last minute respite,
for this is to be my fate.
And the last thought that will guide me
to the afterlife, I will not remember,
for above all else,
echoing,
the one last (haunting) memory
that will eternally (?) sustain me…
the
(final)
gallows
call…
Darkness.
Restless in my sleep,
echoing,
through ancient halls of
(long) dead kings,
I, am there.
Darkness surrounds me,
engulfs my soul,
a black stake of impenetrable (non) existence
buries
into my heart
as the darkness enfolds me
Still,
the gallows call…
On a hill,
in ancient ruins,
my restless sleep still consumes me,
imprisoning me in invisible barriers
that cannot be breached, (or broken)
as I gaze upon the ruins,
shades of past heroes and villains
rise from the shadows of the time worn stones,
their reaching arms
are trying to grasp me
to take me into their realm.
Helpless to break away and run,
(to the daylight)
I
am
taken
down
Darkness...
Yet, still...
the gallows call...
Alone,
I am in a (dark) dry cell.
Twilight filters down from a slanting crevice
far above my broken spirit.
Roaches scurry in the darkness,
rats chase them in the shadows.
I bang on the walls (of my despair)
Yet awaken, I do not.
…footsteps?
Approaching slowly down the corridor
walk two men,
black their attire,
and to my horror,
I realize one a priest,
the other an executioner.
(the soul saver, and life taker)
In my stricken sulleness I realize they are separate
(in spirit)
But kindred in heart,
for, is there really a difference?
As I struggle to awake,
the true horror of the situation dawns on me,
that I am not asleep!
This time there will be no sudden fade from consciousness,
no last minute respite,
for this is to be my fate.
And the last thought that will guide me
to the afterlife, I will not remember,
for above all else,
echoing,
the one last (haunting) memory
that will eternally (?) sustain me…
the
(final)
gallows
call…
Darkness.
This one had a type of format to it that didn't come over in the posting.
I had it with multiple spacings and indentations that basically stepped up like a set of stairs woud appear rising up to the gallows.
I was kinda disappointed that it didn't come over in the post like I had it in it's original context. It really did kind of give it a different kind of feel, and the short lines and parentheses would make much more sense if it could be seen that way on this post. Kind of a visual aid in getting the point and feeling across as to what I was trying to portray.
Thanks for the comments!
I had it with multiple spacings and indentations that basically stepped up like a set of stairs woud appear rising up to the gallows.
I was kinda disappointed that it didn't come over in the post like I had it in it's original context. It really did kind of give it a different kind of feel, and the short lines and parentheses would make much more sense if it could be seen that way on this post. Kind of a visual aid in getting the point and feeling across as to what I was trying to portray.
Thanks for the comments!
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