Richard Hughes Poems

Now the night does come to us
The darkness pristine, sanguine, pure
So hush now child and make no fuss
For all your woes, sleep is the cure
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I'm overcome by fear again
Why is that man here again?
I know he isn't there
But smoke fills the air
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The thankless people soon forgot
Their debt, so great, to he who taught
Forever and without farewell
By his hand they rose, and by such they fell
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Their shadows spill over the floor
As the peasants approach
They will denounce her, a witch or a whore
For mischiefs that she set abroach
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I refuse, still, to believe
That this could ever happen to me
Callously and daily, I speak of death
So why is this how I now feel?
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Deep inside their catacombs, their frozen tombs of ice
Slumbering for centuries, in darkness, they do wait
But their leaden faces' gaze betrays survival's price
Although they'll live forever now, their life shall fast abate
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