Hail's Ghost Poem by JHP Poetry

The tears wallop the cheeks as hail fell upon them.
Each heart pained a dropp of pouring salt into open ulcers.
Now the bleeding has ceased.
And swollen eyes filled the verge of sight.
They were exhausted from sorrow.
They were deeply saddened by depression's, frustrating ails.
Yet once, the hair was lightly feathered as it watched
for the sun to rise over the hill.
But to much dismay, demise has come to save.
On slabs of ice where corpse unleash torment.
To rest the troublesome soul underneath the daises.
To ease the mephitical spirit.
And there must be a beautiful venue for a martyr to respite.
For the night is eternal as the living dead.
That which has broken to what is within...
Gladly, it accepts fate that was predestined.
She is not Magdalene.
For the demons run confused still.
Only but rain that has dried crisp.
And the sun rose over the hill that very day
Yet tonight, she grudgingly strolls into a vanished shadow.