A silent night you say!

A silent night you say!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What became of the shadow
of the thin blue man
the answer now
deep inside, locked, deceased?

What was behind
the masquerade of ghosts
but a gathering of mists,
screaming in the night
in the horrors ambivalence?

Growing shadows
living in the dark,
in the echoes played;
a haunting piano in minor key
rings out from 
the cathedrals and forgotten temples
to the clouds of night,
above the hollow music makers.

Sitting on a park bench,
no stars tonight,
you're not alone
for the end is always near you.
God rest ye merry gentlemen.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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