by Modar Neznanich
Spiraling waves of amber,
Free-floating like motes of dust
Caught in sunlight, leading down
The mountain in silent homage.
Darkness steps aside in respect
To the fallen and honored dead.
Robes rustle with a velvety hush.
Sandals crunch rhythmically upon
The path of glory and sorrow.
Husky voices waft heavenward
In a chanting serpentine manner.
Infinity later looms the voyage's end;
Stony silent sits the mausoleum
With an inky maw awaiting to consume
Earthly remains of heroes and to
Send their spirits into time immortal.
Raspingly the litters are placed within,
And silent dedications raised on high.
Shuffling footsteps echo away into nothing.
Until next time.
©1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
©2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
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