Tonight the statues come to life
And they come out of the marbles
Stepping silently in the muddy waters
Like an informal thank you to life.
Sometimes even souls escape
With tomorrow's steps taken from Hades
Those who try to secure
Their transfer to the repentance team.
Maybe they want to leave their mark again.
For what they didn't get in time
With an ancient sadness on their faces
Which make us forget
The decomposition of the dead.
And maybe the other life outside of blood
To be full of gossip
Of the whitest, thinest future.
Make peace with your shadow, my dears,
Now that the words are deepening
Those that will come and go
In the darkness of a spotless night
Along with the candles that were lit
Hastily amidst the shiver of poems.
photo KELLEPICS, https://pixabay.com
