There’s someone in the space between the trenches
a voice of wild thunder over devastation
coming closer closer closer
beauty in the midst of nightmare and decay
These killing fields are an altar
and the sacrifice ready for cleansing fire
speaks to me of solitude
whispered dreams of some shadow overhead
a hand closed on the throat of the world
and an eye turned to ritual
ready for the match to strike
and to breathe in scattered ashes on the wind
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Image by Eliane Meyer from Pixabay
The Light is On 
3 responses to “Hear Me Speak of Solitude”
Those ashes promise a new life I think.
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Dark and beautiful. Love it! ❤
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“These killing fields are an altar and the sacrifice ready for cleansing fire
speaks to me of solitude” your words leave quite a visual as usual David just so heartfelt. Beautiful. Stay safe, blessed and have a good week. Love 💕 Joni
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