The Halls Of The Dead
14/06/2014 9 Comments
Faithful readers…
This is another uncensored one, that was triggered by the first two lines. When I read those first eleven words aloud, I got a chill down my spine. Hope you like it.
The voices are stilled now,
In the halls of the dead.
Where once royal pardons
Saved miscreants heads.
At peace now the warriors,
Who fought without fear.
Their bodies recumbent
In silk pure and sheer.
The voices are stilled now,
In the halls of the dead.
Where prayers to the maker
Were devoutly said.
No more the whispers,
That echoed and sighed.
As people in mourning
Averted their eyes.
The voices are stilled now,
In the halls of the dead.
No more passing footsteps
Of a hesitant tread.
The feet of the supplicant,
Unsure on the stone.
No more with their priest,
Nor passing alone.
The voices are stilled now,
In the halls of the dead.
The ghosts are all missing
The spirits all fled.
Now all that is left,
Is the wind as it blows.
Throughout all the eaves
And down row after row.
Come join me in silence,
In the halls of the dead.
If you listen with care
You’ll hear what was said.
Experimental Fiction 
Very moving and mysterious in that your poem is not tied to any one specific anchor – it could be a war poem, a fantasy, a wondering eye cast over aged tombs or melancholic nostalgia.
Third read and it still works on many levels. Excellent!
Thank you, I always appreciate such kind and thoughtful comments.
This…is…amazing.
You’re… Too… Kind 🙂
Thank you my friend. I’m glad you like it.
I feel I could be,
In the halls of the dead.
When I close my eyes
With image in head.
Your poem is very vivid.
And your response, a lovely ending to the poem. Thank you.
chills down my spine. wow! 🙂
I know, I got the same when I wrote it. I’m still frustrated that I can’t paint the pictures I see in my mind clearly enough, but the feedback I get about how people react to my words is very gratifying.
perhaps you paint a clearer image then you think 🙂