Wake

[The Rider]

The sound of ascending crows
Is the sound of black cloth on wooden pews,
And while the snap of white rose under black leather
May go unnoticed in the usual crowd,
It always lingers like gunpowder in an empty room.

[lucidnightmares]

i get a religious feeling from this one.
almost as if people can kill something beautiful and not take notice of it all, but the pain is still there, and when everyone is gone it just gets worse.
sorry if this may offend you but it reminds me of silent hill, then again most things do right now.
all my idiot thoughts aside i thought it was a beautiful poem, one of the best iv`e seen in a long time, in my own opinion of course.

[islandclimber]

this is beautiful... short, but it elicits so much feeling and imagination... I love it... :)

cheers