The Silenced Quill

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a grated gate in midnight's light
once fell upon a sorry sight
as rain washed out the scarlet stain
the skies bowed down to hear the pain

a voice without a body heard
the sordid tale its waist did gird
one witness found, torn leaf by leaf
Creation's glory sank to grief

a tale no word was writ nor said
into the ground the silence bled
a soaked and orphaned quill remains
fraught with want of trilled refrains

a poet's tome thus lay ungathered
whispy strands of dreams untethered
if Heaven cried its tears that night
set up the quaich by candlelight

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1. Jess says:

   Thanks for taking the time to read my poetry and leave your thoughts...

   I've just read through yours again. It's really wonderful. Every piece is beautifully crafted... the language, the rhythm, the flow.. and equally as impressive is the range. Great work!!!