poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008


I lit a candle
For the dead
The graves had been dug
Inside my head

I lowered the coffin
When I heard an eerie sound.
So I dropped the coffin
And I turned around

And she stood there
The one I thought was dead
Dressed in a dress
Of bloodred red.

I was folded in fear
Developed by dread
But still I was relieved
And I mumbled, I said

I stumbled as I stood
"Are you still alive?"
And she smiled inside
She said "Nay"

I was only passing by,
Looking for the way.