Saturday, December 18, 2021

My child My child

Umbra swims in murky waters

old castles crumble

beneath the grime

Silent cries

fill the night

birds in motion 

that cannot fly

caged and in prisoned

with invisible bars collide

 Demons vocal tongues chide. 

ballads and ditties embrace

Vespers whisper

Creator Devine

Come save us

from this

storm of mine

By: Bernice Bowling