Faces
I saw before me faces float
White to black they passed by rote
They mouthed their words, they smiled their smiles
As shadow passed across the dial.
Saw I too their souls aslumber
Each one written with a number
They dreamed their dreams, they made their plans
As trickled through the glass the sands.
Saw I a scavenging lion come
To take their bodies one by one
He roared his roar, he paced about
As watchmen on the wall did shout
Saw I another lion leap
And over all the dead did weep
He roared his roar his voice it rang
As upturned faces danced and sang.
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afishamongmany
Wed 27th Nov 2019 19:57
Thank you muchly Po, Don and HA;
Po - speeling is what we do and good spelling adds to the magic.
Punctuation articutlates a lump and multiplies its dimensions.
Don - happy<->tea- They rhyme! They rhyme! and please, one handed clapping only.
Hamza - welcome to this place where WOLers meet. Keep your feet grounded good.
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