Shadows Poem by Leonard Rebello

Iam in a state of perpetual sleep

Broken about by the lull of wakefulness

In the increasing shadows that follow the nowhere of sunset

Go continue on don’t worry about the road of return

The road to perdition is laced with the wickedness of summer

High and dry you may roam but this is where you will finally rest

Return you must and return you will

Pulled by the nothingness of the shadows in the disappearing twilight

Come near but don’t you dare touch

Burn you shall till the images of forever have had their full

This is the time of your return

Their will be no valleys of flowers only heaps of rocks

Awaiting your welcome

No stones shall weep in thy honour

No bugle will be blown

Why you ask

Well because that’s what was written

And that is what shall be done

You may seek martyrdom

But you, trust me don’t deserve even a crumb.