Last Parade, by Simon de Buisseret Subscribe to rss feed for Simon de Buisseret

It was a lovely sunny morninf
As I sat in the Colonnade.
The mist was rising from the river
And my mind began to fade.

Then the mist began to stir,
Men in scarlets began to appear.
Slowly walking, they filled the ground
drifting toward me without a sound.

Round their legs the mist was drifting.
Faces hidden, scarlets swirling
Slowly they marched in line abreast
Through the balustrade and over the crest.

On they came without a sound,
Drifting slowly over the ground.
Past the figure of Charles the Second,
Almost to the pillars, they stopped and beckoned.

I rose, went down the steps to greet them.
They smiled, their scarlets glowing red,
King Charles glowing gold behind them.
I joined them and knew that I was dead.
Posted: 2019-02-15 15:23:54 UTC

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