Issue 7, October 2008
The Valley Of Unrest
by William Berkley
Ages ago they once smiled in this silent dell
Now no person dare here dwell
For Hades breath stood and consumed
The ancient ruins that once here bloomed
Ephebic warriors, bloody scars
Screams of pain beneath the stars
As battle ensues below the towers
Now spectres keep watch over the flowers
Each new visitor shall confess
This sorrowful valley's restlessness
Ghastly figures spring forth at night
Becoming palpable until sunlight
Noting the quiet sins that brood
Throughout this magical solitude
No gust here stirs the trees
Or the touch you think is a breeze
No wind here moves the clouds driven
That rustle throughout this unquiet heaven
Over the violets and petunias that here lie
In the myriad types of the human eye
Over the lilies and tulips that here wave
And weep and moan above each nameless grave
They wave — from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops
They weep — from out their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
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