Memories

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    Memories

    Why must the dead lurk here on this night of nights
    Black shadows with spiders crawling up their sleeves
    Daughters and sons of the deceptive moonlight
    Swirling about like forgotten October leaves

    Black shadows with spiders crawling up their sleeves
    How they bask in the fog behind the dawn
    Miniature labyrinths in the spider's clever weave
    Careful layers of silk so tightly drawn

    How they bask in the fog behind the dawn!
    Blazing through the dew on ebony horses
    Moving much too quick through the gentle mourn
    Relentless hooves, never moving off course

    Blazing through the dew on ebony horses
    A dead ocean with delerious gales
    And ghastly pirates that never move off course
    Even as the waves moan and the wind wails

    Eight eyes peering through small holes in soft silk
    Spider webs have no beginning and no end

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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