Poem -
Stoic
Guardian in masonry stone
High on pedestal throne
Watchmen of eons gone by
I seeΒ signs of stones you cry
Petrified in stoic state
On wings of stained slate
How many stars shine?
On a forlorn shrine
Ravens take pause to bear
Unknown cyphers to declare
Watching with beady eyes
A Tomb a valued prize
A place to lay a weary head
Unaware of prayers said
A blessing to kith and kin
For phantoms lost in sin
Keeper of secrets tale
Lips sealed never to unveil
Whispers of the dead
Nevermore be said
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Amazing write as always loved it so had to pin it. Have you ever thought of publishing a book I'm sure you could with all your beautiful poems. We all have to write our best ever to stand a chance with you hugs x
wow really cool poem linda awesome
I felt the powerΒ
Of HisΒ hall
Who is ZENO
stands stoic tall
said cleanithusΒ
the water wayΒ
is enjoying you