Emptiness that feels

Give me the antidote

for this poison I abhorred and learnt to ignore.

Give the antidote that shedding vessels denies to the core.

I never wished to drink from the bitter river

which divests the Dark Dreamer

from the revelations of existence.

How can a heart suffer in absence of pain?

Her face – branded, paralyzed, and pale.

The mirror she held as life said farewell.

The death of the innocent.

It is all emptiness, yet I cascade!

I cascade with the grief of a foreign sentiment.

Forgive me, Your Majesty;

for thou didst meet thy end,

and no mercy caressed thee

‘fore the tearing of the flesh.

Thou took’st thy leave in blasphemy,

and truth remained unseen

amidst the lines of neglected poetry.

And truth was buried still…

destroying images of me.

~*~

I am sorry.

Impressions of Dust and Smokeless Fire

Pinnacles hold the stage for the bright moon as the rocks cast a shadow upon the shore. The salty waves caress the sand —warm still— on which I sit. The invisible flute rattles the fiend in me who dares to feel, bidding me to relive a romance buried in the dunes of a far away land. But what fate does this love hold for one such as I? The snake charmer portends the essence suppressed by ages of dense life. The sleeping sorrow dreams reveries of blood and daylight, yet the observer holds no memory of that which came to pass.