The Gathering Poem by jason medina

A gathering of old
A gathering foretold
They meet in the night
Deep in the cold

They meet in the dark
A gathering of hearts
They've come to leave their mark
They've come to leave their scars

They speak of the unknown
And of the souls left alone
They speak of a world come undone
And they speak of the things to come

Some whisper some shout
The rest hide behind the clout
But no ones voice must go unheard
Lest they adombrate their words

And of the meeting no one must know
Lest a cruel fate to the gatherers be bestowed

The gathering is but for one night
But can seem to last for years
They must leave before the light
And disappear as if never here