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Summoned
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Darkness
Summoned 3904
I walk quickly, my mind in a trance
my feet know the way
Through the woods over the old wooden bridge to the entrance of the cemetery.
The squeak of the old wrought iron gate,
breaks up the eerie silence.
The Silence and finality of death.
The dark stone crypt is in the center of a grove of blooming crab apple tree
Their hearty mauve blossom’s in contrast to the weathered gray stones of the crypt.
The heavy door opens silently as if I haven’t been the only visitor here in ages.
Though I see no evidence of a just past presence. Cobwebs line the opening and a fine dust has settled on the occupants within
“Why was I summoned here?”
© Jeanne Brickman
