The dogs howl, bones creak the stones are cold they don't roam,
Far
Away from here the Sun still shines the flowers grow yada yada yada
"I'll always be younger than you"
The dogs bay at the moon,
"Dont leave too soon, you cant join my clan, only one way to this land"
The bones are ashen leaden skies and eyes that knew you have all but dried
"I'll always be younger than you"
The stones worn out the stones worn off, the rest went in the bin
split up your booty and scattered around, we mumbled through the fog
"You can't run with me for you are a cadaver dog"
3 comments:
Chilling.
I'm pleased and mildly surprised at the feedback this little turn out pome has generated.
@Alternating Current:
It was something he said to you really...I think.
My inspiration was your telling of his habit of saying thus.
As far as I know he never said it to me.
Anyway for the record, broadly, your interpretative instincts were spot-on.
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