The flickering flame

in the dream of your eyes,

is a glimmer of life

in a darkening sky.


But little heat remains

to warm the weary hearts

of those so slowly left

bereft and torn apart


A chill wind blows a tear

across the cooling fires,

a rain of lasting love falling

softly through life’s briars


A trickle of silent sorrow

leaving trails on shallow cheeks,

as if from deep within,

a life force slowly leaks.


And there in the darkening distance

atop a cold and misty hill,

a solemn shadow now stands watch,

it’s scythe held high and still.


A long and lonely vigil

through a hazy starless night,

awaiting the final moment

when a fresh soul takes its flight.



Written by Darren Scanlon, October 2013.

Revised on 11th May 2015.

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. I felt the environment…nights embrace and the chilling darkness.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. philbo62 says:

    Pastoral in its provocative proclivity for sorrow.

    Liked by 1 person

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