The Fields Poem by Wolfie God

A dark night drifts in with a dense fog,
I lie awake watching the stars through the eyes of the lost,
Dreams flow through my veins like insect making trails,
She comes to me now, sweet lady death with eyes like coal.
Coldness succumbs him to shiver in the frosty night,
A white plain extends far to the east and far to the west,
The birds circle as he stays motionless saving his life is so hard now,
They wept, the people who thought it was all ok, and he wasn’t lost to the dark.
Thoughts slip away; paleness surrounds him with a glow,
Warm, inviting, soft.
She blinded him, hurting, deceiving;
Screams of anguish impede the skies with a ringing like a bell,
Quiet now the wind whispers,
He lays still.
Very still.

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