The Growl.
Embers redden where a soul lies
Surrounded by darkness blocking
The haunting whispers of words.
The growl hides in the shadow
Of laughter drowning in fear.
Exploring caverns of rainbow walls.
Its footfalls silent in the grey of
A mirror reflecting a lonely crowd.
The passing of a kindred spirit
Touches the voice, silencing the
Song to the low vibration of the
Melodic roar of the beast’s growl.
(c) Frank McGivney aug 14
Words I love to write 