Thursday, 1 February 2024

There Comes A Time

 There comes a time

Where I will talk no more

My voice will echo yet unheard

You can feel it in every whisper of the wind

I will be a ghost in your dreams and nightmares


There comes a time

Where I will cry no more

My tears will form in the open skies

And pour as rain. 

I will smoke and fill the air

With my fumes

And my smiles will be manifested

In the sun sun and glittering stars


There comes a time where you will see me no more

You will yearn for more of me

And get none of me

Except for my mortal remains

Which will turn to dust 

In my tomb will you visit regularly

Only to one day see my scatred dried bones

Disappear right under your nose.


Now I am phantom

Scaring people in their dreams

And entertaining them in their night mares

Appearing in the whirl winds

And hiding in the shadows of the moon light


I will come from the opening skies

Amidst the sun and the moon

With the Stars blowing trumpets

And the birds singing melodies

And beating drums to announce my departure

I will no longer be your pet

Because I will command respect

From all who took me for granted