A Dead Swan

Grave series 2 - -A deadswan - - Soft skinny figure, indolent and once burt, the heart of many dandy men, died of the pangs of misbelief, in deep sleep and upon awakening found herself in a gloomy room, With doleful musical pose blooms a mystic, blue-eyed maid whose beauteous spears pierced a young age to sleep in nature's breast, Amid curious crowd of the grave. With a deep yelling and screaming, and flying to a nearby tree, sat star - faced teeming with lifeless, unknown fear of being among dead. With shy, fearful mind to watch her face on dewy leaf springs, a stream of waterless coolant, moisture to dim the ambience that is always lightless for pain unfulfilled. Snoring voice of passing breeze she made her presence amid open-mouthed vagrant, spirits who lost all lustre for heavy duty of making grave a well furnished dwelling place, One was brushing, another was carrying breeze for sweeping and many others were dusting with forward move, to another fieldto extend the grave for new members to come. A heavy swarm of winged multitude carrying feathery foamless river to drench, the dry season of the grave stopped to have a glimpse of new born baby of the grave. Line they to enjoy her company and stumble across the pebbles steep and asked herfor acquaintance. " Bella my name, daughter of a swan seller, and I was the most beautiful swam in our home". Said She. A cloud of dark complexion over her face, And choked her throat for uncanny valley of deadly thought. I was tortured and torn to pieces by some beastly sub-human beings. Mortals even though dead on spirit plain, led me here -the grave of my dream. My name was inscribed in a young heart that panted ever, Since our meeting from our school hour. He died from shock and taken shelter in some solitary breast in nature, Grave from grave would I move and find a place to resume our tale of unfinished love. Though earth failed, graveyard would shelter us to get back our love, And soul without veil would be our last pleasure". With deep sigh as a stormy night the viewless wings of the grave flew to the next tress and cried, hanging from bough without ever seeing or feeling better than human beings. Still waiting forever for the new sun and new men to resurrect the rotten flesh, A heaven in men, to vibrate with calm deep light of serenity, and peace ultimate to dawn on earth. Grave's utter stillness may pave the way, and all with circle formed prayed for peace of mind. The dark-invisible to mortal eyes took oath, ceremony was not there though, and grim faces and silent ever since the forms melt, to dawn a new reformation On the plain of earth and sky, blue screen above to enjoy the blessing of God. Throughout the night the grave becomes a meeting ground and floor of conviction, Unknown to mankind, unseen to all, A plain is ready to reform form by the formless Being. *****