Dead Men Tell No Tales

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They say that dead men tell no tales!

Except of barges with red sails  
And sailors mad for nightingales;  

Except of jongleurs stretched at ease  
Beside old highways through the trees;

Except of dying moons that break  
The hearts of lads who lie awake;  

Except of fortresses in shade,  
And heroes crumbled and betrayed.  

But dead men tell no tales, they say!  

Except old tales that burn away  
The stifling tapestries of day:  

Old tales of life, of love and hate,  
Of time and space, and will, and fate.

© Haniel Long