Along the winding road
Gallows trees creak and groan
Abandon lost along with love
The empty eyes of home
Rain-soak streaks of sadness spy
What was long since bled
Every tree or sheaf of wheat
Pasture, fallow, dried, and dead
The empty holds the memory
Of mother, departed love
No more to sing or dance or play
Voice, the mourning dove
Oh son and daughter, laughters loss
To grey and sad so fade
Father left four coins on eyes
The final boat was paid
Left alone, whiskey hold
The spirits led astray
Father coughed a fit of blood
A bitter crimson spray
Dust whirls before the glass
To catch the morning light
But their breath runs cold
Souls left, their final flight
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I am alive and well! I am living in Australia now and am writing like a FIEND alongside the love of my life. It is all very hush hush and even after publication I won’t be talking about it here, but rest assured, I’m still creating, and I’m still living. I have been listening to The Handsome Family’s Far From Any Road and love the country gothic feel of it, so I took a stab at this style.
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