antique lions (20160622)

the light is gone, replaced by gloom
cold water laps my feet unseen
by all but keenest twilight eyes

i linger long before your tomb
antique lions patinaed green
my sole companions of great size

i wait here with them for my doom
above the darkness grows between
the stars wink out so many lies

you said you’d wait while pale you grew
i’ve killed this world to join with you


Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #36: Drowning leaves/trilonnet
First line: The light is gone…