They said their words then stood as Stone;
Seasons become a day –
When Time unveils the Passing
Before a Perfect face
Some souls content with silence –
Might hope sing Eterne,
Once quelled voices – locked in Earth –
Rise upon the Dawn
Still, my Immortals command I listen –
To old and extant echoes:
There’s a breath to patina complexions,
Epitaphs – where moss Grows –
Lillith May ©2022
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