Gather my last notes
sleep never so desired
always more elusive
more muddied in the mire
against eyelash moth fluttered
taunting at my face
stopping for full moments
slumber could not erase
those errant memories
pass me, you and I
never have I slept
since the day you died
fingers momentary
clasp about my throat
end this misery
“goodbye” all you wrote
my end you had predicted
tables then were turned
shot in desperate dark
the killer in hell will burn
fresh white like a lily
purest scent I’d known
now a dusty red
stained the step toward home
your whisper doth entice
it draws me near the fire
wings might easily ignite
lay next to you my desire
work must yet be done
before I lay my head
I gather darkest dream
you villains breathe in dread
We celebrate your gift of using the pen to write Noir. Thank you Edgar for your inspiration to many writers
Happy Birthday
penned in moon dust 