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Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by
Dena L. Moore.
A Final Call for Love
Silken webs, gossamer threads,
Oh, how they pinch and bind…
A brittle branch stabs like a lance -
Your screech pierces my mind.
In the dark, in the dungeon,
There’s no where left to roam…
The battlements are crumbled,
And the moat’s water - foam.
So call to me, my angel,
Let me hear your sobs for peace,
Our child’s in the cradle,
Bundled warm within his fleece.
Let me hear your sweet, sweet voice
Raining down from up on high,
You must protect our little one now
Lest our love be strangled dry.
I’m in the dark now, precious,
Cold and damp and blue,
Ere long I’ll see the gallows,
They’ll certainly follow through -
So dry your eyes now, dearest,
Be strong, be solid, be brave,
Be the ‘man’ I think I am,
While I’m resting in the grave.
Dena L Moore
May 30, 2006
