Nevermore

By

Bobette Bryan

From the cold tomb’s heart
Came a spirited wail,
Being trapped in death,
A veritable hell.
But life shall come to this soul to fill
Nevermore.

To the rotted corpse
Came the blackness of night
Streaming through cracks
And bones of white
But the sun shall rise and fill its sight
Nevermore.

From the silent, still, and blackened grave,
Came time to wash away the days
Of a life that passed like smoky haze
To return here
Nevermore.