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Highgate Cemetery (Free verse) by longships
A cold silence breaks with the dawn, The cemetery gate squeaks open. Gravel crunches underfoot as I enter this Victorian Valhalla. Overgrown ferns sway in the breeze, their roots unmoved. I perceive a thousand eyes from the past amidst aisles of withered stone. I read names, dates and epitaphs, See visions of angels, and intricately carved crosses, Of black and white or shades of well worn grey. A becalming atmosphere creates peace. Then cries of need from sundered hearts assail my ears, A sudden sadness overwhelms at the sight of such neglect, I feel the respect of lost ones wane, As I sense forgotten souls. I feel shame at the need for renovation of this desolate and lonely, But wondrous memorial. I walk for the main part of the day, The sun is warm and a sense of salvation ensues, As my sorrow subsides. I have fallen in love with this shrine of rest. I discover hidden carvings as I brush aside the weeds, An angel smiles, eyes closed to the light. Hand beckoning to be a part of this peace. I sit and write this epitaph for the forgotten ones, The silent voices for whom this beauty lives. No longer shall I be afraid of my end, Regardless of its cause. Perhaps one day, I shall add to this wonder. I stand and walk again through arches of lost love, And close the gate to this beloved past.

Up the ladder: Best Friends
Down the ladder: Fetch

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.0
Weighted score: 5.0
Overall Rank: 7519
Posted: July 22, 2002 2:18 PM PDT; Last modified: July 22, 2002 2:18 PM PDT
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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.86.113.159 | 8-Aug-02/5:25 PM | Reply
Blah blah blah! KILL ME RIPLEY
[7] Venus @ 64.12.96.237 | 21-Aug-02/11:25 AM | Reply
This piece reminds me of the time I wandered the Cimetiere du Montparnasse in Paris at 4am. Not the neglect, as it is very well kept, but the feelings of peace and beckoning you impart. 7/10 for evoking a great memory.
[10] terbenaw @ 68.127.115.210 | 27-Feb-06/3:28 PM | Reply
I'm really feeling this...
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