The Dark Fence
Was it made
To keep the darkness out,
Or to stop the colour seeping through?
Regardless,
The Ravens did not care -
Flitting between both realms casually
Daringly perched
Upon the weathered wood,
Flippantly mocking its dominion
Not even the rainbows
Nor the enigmatic butterflies
Could cross over the solemn structure
Abruptly halting
Immediately prior to contravening
The barrier's jurisdiction
Hesitant to provoke
The seemingly dormant border
As though fearful of imminent destruction
Yet,
The Ravens cawed, jeering
Their shadows adorning either world
Quietly conversing one to another
With divers chatterings
Whilst the Dark Fence merely listened
Covertly observing
The paradoxical scenario
Chuckling at the absurdity of it all
Patiently waiting
For, when the moon would shine full,
The gate would be untethered..
Poem © Bradley Dean 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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