Macabre, Death’s flights of fancy grow still.
Still, the cold hands of a Reaper’s winter.
Longing, the embrace of eternity I offer.
Pulsating, my expired and absolute heart.
Captivated, our embrace in Eternity’s journey and demise.
Brett Dyer
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Brett is an RPG and horror author. How work has been published in TigerShark Magazine, Entropy 2 and Deep Underground Poetry. He is married to Valkyrie Kerry.
Sighs in Tears 6 – Hour 13
A dream not seen.
A sensation unknown.
A belief on the wings of a whisper.
Unheard certainty of what was.
A love that will be.
Everything we seem is but a dream.
A thought manifesting into reality.
Transcending with every whisper.
Drifting. Drifting against the stream.
Sighs in Tears 5 – Hour 12
Mirrors and silhouettes dance, begging a chance.
Figmants and phantoms. The draw such sweet utterance. Steeling my breath. Crying for death.
Words pulled against their will from willing lips. Unable to resist. On promises sip.
Ringing with whispers against the panes of reflective glass.
Sighs in Tears 4 – Hour 11
A dream not seen.
A sensation unknown.
A belief on the wings of a whisper.
Unheard certainty of what was.
A love that will be.
A despair calling me.
Sighs in Tears 3 – Hour 10
His face is seen everywhere.
A silhouette within the swarm.
His cadence but a drone in wind.
Drowning. Sinking in its own splendor.
Haunting my steps. Stalking a shared shadow.
Always a promise. The exquisite agony of his love.
I endure that face. That face within the swarm.
Sighs in Tears 2 – Hour 9
The bells rung.
The swarm come.
Endless, sweet pledge murmured
Oblivions nectar drips assured.
The tithe to be dispensed.
Our mass recompensed.
We will tell all.
Deaths homily of forever.
Sighs in Tears 1 – Hour 8
And so the song shall be sung.
A choir calling for the honeyed mass.
Commanding. Beseeching entry to the sermon.
Come you unwashed. Rejoice all who are down trodden.
I am the sigh within your tears.
Call me in reflection. Hear me in echo.
Mirror – Hour 7
My sweet reflection,
Utterance in whisper lie,
He’ll soon see death’s eye.
Grim Shadow – hour 6
My silent watcher, cheering and fade,
He follows everywhere, never leaving!
Every turn of self, guiding my blade,
My silent watcher, cheering and fade,
With hack and slash, revelry made.
Approving in silence, sinister weaving,
My silent watcher, cheering and fade,
He follows everywhere, never leaving!
The Bell Toll – Hour 5
Secret chimes spill voice,
Ringing their cadence and end,
A vow that is final.