Souls of the Forgotten

A poem by H.C. DeBoard

Beneath the earth, where shadows lie,
The dead await, their whispers dry.
A balance struck, now breaking free,
As lives and death merge silently.

In quiet towns, where shadows creep,
The veil grows thin, the spirits leap.
They rise again, with voices cold,
Their stories in the silence told.

Through ancient myths and fractured time,
Evelyn searches, the truth to find.
A door unlocked, a gate ajar,
Where souls of the forgotten are.

The living tremble, the dead return,
As all that once was starts to burn.
The lines once drawn are lost in haze,
As life and death begin to craze.

A fragile peace, a whispered fight,
To keep the world from endless night.
Sacrifice, a bitter cost,
In the balance found, or all is lost.

For in the darkness, echoes call,
The forgotten rise, and shadows fall.
Evelyn stands, against the tide,
In life’s last breath, she must decide.

When death and life no longer part,
What price to save a broken heart?
The gate may close, but can we see
What lies beyond, eternally?

So heed the whispers, soft and near,
For when the dead are ever here,
The veil grows thin, the truth unfolds,
A story told, as life grows cold.