Ghost of a Fox

Hi all, This is a working progress! Please feel free to ask questions and give feedback as I think a lot of it is still in my head, at the moment!

Living shroud, you conceal her, grey and smiling,

Betrayed by her form, the beautiful and beguiling,

Green eyes to the shine, a moment to save,

The ghost of a fox treads lightly on his grave.

 

Summoned by the reaper, to the endless road,

Navigating through the blanket, eyes mirrored, tears cold

Distance, no meaning, to the road I am a slave

The ghost of a fox treads lightly on his grave.

 

Fading dreams and shadows of memories,

Cold stone images of sepulchres and cemeteries

Longing for moments to cherish and to crave

The ghost of a fox treads lightly on his grave.

 

Please spare me my honour, my pride to destroy,

As the distance gets shorter, once again just a boy

My loneliness, my vaunts, my attempts to be brave

The ghost of a fox treads lightly on his grave.

Reviews

[jeannemarie coulter]

this touched my heartsoul with a soft breeze...much enjoyed