The Ghost of Nothingness
I'm the ghost of Nothingness
In the old parchment sheet
A spotless, inkless heap
Of unremembered dreams
Of extinguished beams
That perforate your sleep
Twin voids of emptiness
Glaring in the dark
Watching for a spark
An inkling...
A vesper...
A foggy glimmer of
Illumination..
A pulse of life's
Revelation...
Something to haunt
Or be haunted by
A winged fae...
Sowing gold dust
Raking the rust
Off the undead
Heart...
I, the wandering spirit
Disturbing the silence
Roaming deserted
Champers of thought
Fight or be fought
For a brainchild
Offspring of mind
Taming the beasts
Of the wild...
My dear, don't fret
The eerie sheet
Startles a bit
A temporary cell
Bottles your
Essence, until...
You cross over
Into the light...
YOU ARE READING
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