The Daily Post prompt is: Sanctuary. It’s a word I associate with sepulchre.
Peaceful, moonlit sanctuary,
Ossuary,
Lay me down in
Grass to drown in.
No more flee the black dogs hunting,
Life’s joy stunting,
When morning breaks,
And my heart aches.
Let me fly in skies of thunder
Seas of wonder,
Where the sun dies,
Where my love lies.
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Wow! That’s equal parts eerie and lovely.
I’m glad it was effective. For some reason I kept thinking ‘sepulchre’ instead of ‘sanctuary’ while I was waiting for an idea for a poem.
Oh wow. Very nice atmosphere.
It’s an odd contrast, but one that persisted once it had got into my head.
I understand that feeling. You did a great job.
Thank you 🙂
You are really into minute poems! This is beautiful (but yes, a bit creepy, too).
It’s a strange sort of atmosphere. Peacefully creepy maybe 🙂
Yes–that’s it. 🙂