will you never disappear, you with a golden gaze
the raging fires, the triumphant dawn
clouds even the brightest sun, cascades across the dimmest moon
always, I dream of your glowing fire in my chest
are you a heart or a hindrance, bite or a kiss?
your eyes reflect my own, golden and blessed
time is the vampire of life, pain and bliss
lay down and die, let your soul writhe
let the world have its way with you, like death with its scythe
do you fear the unknown
do you fear the divide
upon this worthless throne
fear this, my miserable pride
YOU ARE READING
This Little Town
Short StoryYou are driving in the pouring rain, fog obscuring your vision as you strain to see. This town wasn't on the map, but you're tired and ready to sleep. Pull out the poetry book from the hotel's nightstand, and pretend the locals in this place have fa...
