SACRED CASKET

#Sared Casket

kukuku-kakaka!
The fremd sounds seems to
Come out from the graveyard
just after midnight; so harken

to thy feets of those shadows
creeping ye all that believeth
not; for madness sake shalt
this flood of words flow so

clean; this silence so cold with
tongs of death and tales of
shenanigans beyond the realms
of scary consciousness; Dark

and eerie sensation layeth beneath
thy wood of gold cloaked in clay
fast asleep in thy hollow of eternal
oblivion awaiting awakening so pure

Like in thy vision of tongues of an
unknown world ravens speaketh of
thee in graves of dust Kukuku-kakaka!
Lest I may sit next to quaking caskets

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For where incantations are said
libations are made;flames too die
that thy little clout might awaken
what liveth not; even in thy keep

dost thee stare up Horrible bumps
and deep in thy pit dost thy secret
sleep lonely awaiting its teller
Kukuku-kakaka!

Like an enchanted poet with words
so alive Thou shalt listen to thee
For these hands are cursed of words
If the oceans are of waters and earth

of dust it came then this tiny words
of mine shall awaken what liveth not.
Kukuku-kakaka!


Excerpts from Silent Whispers

As told by Esperanza Obene Ibim


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