In the dark where dead men dance
Their graves arise to make advance
For built of stones and barrows deep
There stirs that night that will not sleep,

The days grow short, the moon goes out
When wild things scream and hopeless shout
Then men run far to be away
Yet find no morn at coming day,

In that eve when passing starts
There comes to leave the desperate heart
The soul’s own breath, the chambered beat
The blood grown cold with fleeting heat,

I tell you now I’ve seen this all
More often than my words recall
For made with stones are barrows deep
That stir those nights that never sleep,

When flesh is lost to sink in mud
When strength is bled like seeping blood
What matter that the watch-fires burn?
It still comes on, more grim, more stern;

The brave hold not it long at bay

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About Jack

BRIEF BIO: Jack Gunter is a writer of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and songs. He is the co-owner of Open Door Communications, a copywriter, an inventor, and a former broker and private investigator. He is a naturalist and an amateur scientist and cryptologist. He likes to compose music and to design and play games and puzzles of all types. He homeschooled his children. He lives in the Upstate of South Carolina with his beautiful wife, talented two daughters, his old friend and Great Dane Sam, and his three Viking Cats.

Posted on October 8, 2014, in MY WRITINGS AND WORK, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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