Dead Mans Hand

A rustling wind
Sweeps through the graveyard
Where a candle burns
above my ashes
this cold dark night

Once I was
one of You
in this world
when the universe
was younger

But my soul took flight
Cast the body aside
flew back the way it came

Now I am only
A hidden memory
A presence in the wind
A whiff of energy through the body
Of the one pressing down
these keys

Poetry by Dead Mans hand
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Written on 2007-09-21 at 15:00

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