The Catacombs of Hecate

Poem Page Six

"Falling"

The Earth, it opened up below me, swallowing in all the life around.
Grabbing vines I try to climb free and get to safe ground.
My luck is slipping and so am I, nothing else can be done...
Free falling I see less of the sky and more of ending that has begun...
My life is closing, my stories unsaid, I will not past on to the next generation I'm afraid...
I doubt the others shall know I am dead, and no one will carry on my crusade.

Then a soft impact, I have touch the bottom of the hole to my disbelief.
I do not know how to react, with fear, confusion, or relief...
I glance around, seeing nothing, all is dark and very still...
Standing up I listen for a sound, but there is a silence that could kill...
I reach my hands before me to find my way around this space...
Stepping forward something touches my knee, I reach down to feel a staircase...
I grab the rail and and start up the stairs...
The air is thin and stale, the steps in need of great repair...
One hand on the rail, another on the wall, I climb up and up taking my time...
I hear what seems to be a waterfall and something like a bell's chime...
Looking up I move on then I begin to see light above me and I hear clearly a sweet tune...
Finally at a opening, I stare up at the sky of the night and a full moon...
I place my feet on steady ground and look at the new atmosphere,
Sweet smells and sounds surround me, I release quickly all my fear.
I stand up straight and brush the dirt off of my blue gown,
I start to investigate, "Where am I?" I ask with a frown...
Like a land only one can visualize when asleep or in a deep trance...
The place could mesmerize one, the winds sang so sweet the waters dance....
I sat there under the stars until the sun shines...
Then it was like looking at the scene from afar, the the beauty becomes just colours and lines...
Then I find myself where I begun chilled to the bone,
Staring at the blazing sun that is turning me to stone...
Š 21 August 1999

"The Trail"

Life
Fertile, Promising
Loved, Honoured, Being
Light, Brillance, Enchanted, Glory
Loathe, Somber, Lossing
Desolate, Hopelessness
Death
Š1999 by Elizabeth Abigail Clewis

"I'm Sorry"

It did not turn out as you wished it would,
I'm truly sorry--
You know I would change it if I could.
I am sorry I am weak--
I'm truly sorry.

A smile did not come I know.
I'm sorry--
For coming so slow...
I'm sorry--
I give to you my ear now,
I'm sorry it was not sooner.For not knowing truly the pain--
I'm sorry.
For not stopping the rain...
I am truly sorry.
Give a hug and a smile,
Because I ask forgiveness...
I'm sorry...
Š1999 by Elizabeth Abigail Clewis

"I Know"

I know the pain I do...
I know it all the same...
Was it really you who started the game?

Decay leaks into the room,
Taking the homes of the harmless spider
Sweeping cobwebs with a broom..
Why did you have to hurt her too?

Innocense exist no more,
You flee inside-- you lock your door,
You try to hide...

I did not do it I swear,
I didn't steal your life, nor make it bare...
This is now my strife...

I saw you yesterday in a dream,
You showed the knife to me--
You made me scream...
You said it was meant to be.

My dead body lay on the floor-- cold
You laughed and walked away.
It was suicide my parents were told--
You laughed and walked away.

My dreams they haunt me in the night,
They show me thing I ne'er seen...
And in it the dove takes a flight...
And the dragons- on the moon- lean....

I know the pain, I do...
Believe me I know it too well...
I shall ne'er blame you--
But you did on me blame this hell...

The smell of victory is a lie...
For the time is forever...
But we all shall die...
But we all shall die...
Š1999 Elizabeth Abigail Clewis

"Another Day of Another Year"
(A dedication to Mr. Bunce for his birthday)

As a new day dawns upon the sleeping waves.
The silents lifted to the greying skies.
Evil crawls and hides in its adorn graves.
A child born, a father kills, a mother dies.
But keeping strenght and a simple smile.
Walk the streets, the world you face.
Shoulders high, collectied and styled.
You are a new order and a steady pace.
Š1999 by Elizabeth Abigail Clewis

Š 1999, 2000 Elizabeth Abigail Clewis