Tales from the Bartender

4 AM

The sky is dark with hints of gray,
The pale moon gleams o’er the weary way,
Three of three, walk on by,
To seek the home of one whose heart is full of sighs,

The hour is late, but sometimes early,
Filled with fear and eyes that are beady,
Two of three walk on either side,
Of one whose heart’s been hurt twice four times,

Lungs are heavy,
Feet are cold,
The route is steady,
Growing ever bold,

The silent whispers of the night,
Grow wings and take flight,
Hallowed steps on hallowed ground,
Fills the void with sound,

The ending beckons one of three,
Whose wish is to find peace and glee,
Tired limbs and eyes heavy,
A warm bed is the place to be,

The road is done,
A promise kept,
The darkness gone,
And sorrows wept,

None of three now remain,
The sun is rising o’er the plain,
Dreams of moments long and past,
Shall be the ones to leave last,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 3:08 AM