The dark of the Daevic shadows
The whisper of the stark night
The light of the sweet meadows
The grandeur of your lost fight
.
He creeps past your old bones
And laces your senseless spine
Embraces your faded name set in stone
And slithers lethally "You're solely mine"
.
Dulled by a chisel, to an empty start
Indulged in liquors of the bitterest sin
Sedated by his cold, your ticking heart
Never knew he pumped it with nitroglycerin
.
The vespertine of the blurred figures
The susurrus chants of burned sedate
The blinding bright of heavenly whispers
As your heart goes off and you detonate.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
