In the middle of the night, like a thief,
fear came with a bending sickle
and so here lie
the untold stories,
unwritten poems,
unsung songs,
unfulfilled dreams , and
unrealized greatness
an immeasurable wealth buried six feet beneath.
© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
In response to Shapeshifting 13 #75 KICKOFF: GHOUL FESTIVAL! and Poets United Midweek Motif: Wealth
Visual Prompt: “Garden of Death” by Hugo Simberg; 1896; Watercolor and gouache
Audio Prompt: “Piano Sonata No 2 in B Flat Minor, Movement 3 (The Funeral March)” by Frederic Chopin