Samuel Greenberg - The Holy Ghost

a Dark scarlet robe - covered the Body
As he layed near in a monastery Cellar Door
Holy spirit of death - swayed o'er him,
A plaintive seen skull features sunk
That Frightens the life - in the witness
The gauzy jet Black veil - in the grey Shadowed
doorlight. The extinguished form lay in dignity
Against. the wall. and the low and High coners
In shadows were ghastly adhered, around the pillars
Of Iron, Placid skeleton, - thrown to the cold sand
Bottom, Forgotten and unrecognizeable were he lay
At Midnight, strange - we often share the unexplained wonder.

Samuel Greenberg

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