Lazarus Curse

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Lazarus Curse


I trudge across these ancient lands

Where crops are reared by human hands

And all I leave are footsteps deep

a crop the scythe will never reap


I see the changing seasons turn

The new shoots grow, bonfires burn

From the soil the world will grow

I track the sacred rivers flow


These things of beauty pass me by

I have no soul I cannot die

For I am cursed to walk the earth

Unending cycles of rebirth


I wished for resurrection, true

I guess I never thought it through

The gift of life is just a curse

I am not dead, I’m something worse


I cannot feel I do not breathe

A trail of straw is all I leave

The sun, the wind, the rain, the snow

Travel with me where I go


I seek the seamstress to sew my seams

I seek the sage to heal my dreams

I seek the witch my soul to save

I seek the silence of the grave

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◄ Resurrected

Prophecy ►


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Ian Whiteley

Thu 15th Oct 2020 17:40

thanks Ray - glad you liked it ?

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Tue 13th Oct 2020 17:34

Another fine thoughtful offering in that scarecrow vein as before Ian. It seems. An enduring image of dessicated recycling in a way! Quality stuff and enjoyable to take in.


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