David Burton Richardson

Dark night and deepest thought
And broken sleep and broken dream
The darkest night of tortured walk
Of darkest past and darkest talk
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Deep down in Deaths dark depths of sodden soil
Of Bodies decay that speak no more
Words that talk upon the Stone
And echo loud upon the Wall
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Words gushing, thrushing
Thrusting and pushing
Are silent when all is done
And they will mean a truer word
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Death has no master, but master it will be
And the pale velvet mist of time
Will pull and tear the everlasting Tree
That reaches for the dark and damp ridden Earth
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The Valley high, the Valley low
Of loathesome histories past
I long to see and long to go
Where memory comes to pass
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In darkest dreams we see
Those damdest thoughts of plunder
That live for eternity
And dark strike and flashlight thunder
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That Blue Violet haze of shimmering Sun
And rolling Sea of flickering Dance
With Golden Sand and rounded Stone
The Gulls pecking and stabbing
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Tattered Box and Yellow Card
And fading faces of people past
Dark torn words of brittle verb
And broken Hearts and weary word
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Oh Daughter weep oer Mothers plight
Another day another fight
The Table set and i must go
Toward that goal and Golden glow
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Deep down in hollow, echo Well
Deep down, deep down, deep down
Slime of ages, slithering Stone
Falling down, falling down, falling down
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Amongst the Brown and torn up posts
We see the dark and dampen Leaves
We wish that life could be a host
A sanctuary of inner peace
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Black is the colour of Soot like Death
That takes the Blackest of Blackest Breath
And Blackest Breath will breathe no more
Or walk alone on the Blackest Moor
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The woeful whispers and sorrow sown
Of mournful moves too tired to say
When all we crave is that Womb like home
And the flowered scent and yellowed Hay
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Black burnt Gorse of Carbon Hands
That clutch the dank soiled Earth
All around this barren land
The place of Mist and languished Birth
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Deep down amongst the Mist, where dark deep Black prevails
I know not why and i know not when, that i will see the Grey Veil
Disgust and shame are constant Friends, i feel the weight of Mortal means
When all is lost to make ammends and Death and Sorrow will fill my Dreams
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Upon the dusky, Autumn Crown
Where hollows musk and scent are many
Where dank and dreary Red pressed Brown
With dying leaves and rotting Berry
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Time is fast and yet so vast
And life is but a sorrow strife like wake
The feeling hurt of sorrows state
That bellows and plunders of deepest thought
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Wanted words of deepest Blue
That struggles to rise from that manic Pew
And darkest thoughts that so prevail
That mighty words can never tell
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The Black bosom Blue thrusts the Sky like rampant Jets
And tries to reach that outer bound
Yet it stops far short and cannot accept
The deathly Black, that Black Death sound
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Nine months of nourish from Mothers Womb
That place of echo warmth
We cling to life through another
A place where fear is not yet born
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