Ending Pending

Inclined was the cursory, of a stare opposed–contrived with constant echoing whilst fainting and bleeding as bending lyres behind you in Hades did wrought a dreamt-of your undoing

And those walls were soft–from the corridors that let the light in. Ever so soft and wet to the touch, adorned in the dark with roses weeping le sang de un poet: the tears of the bastard child chasing the perfect line; fingers dragging along, a pliable, silky smooth paneling, and from behind, she calls out

she calls out a name

 

endless…….nameless

 

she utters with desperation in her choking, drowning lungs

ahead the many headless statues maxims martyred one and all

to ward off witches to sing and to pleasantly enthrall

devoid of virtue and swarmed by roaches bearing lofty titles so banal

 

And past the catacombs

the scurrying that now spells home

the smell of dying roses the splendor of broken bones

the dreaming of the iron thrones of a sinking belle that rather die alone

 

On the way the Oculi twin occluded trembling with tenor, plucked harpsichord in wailing, and with the fall came the whim of the whilom–broken back and shivering scenarios of black and light –animus sumina

 

afflatus furtive banging a cold hammer against ice

sparking embers traces for the travelers atop horses long dead now but crying for the deicide

beating drums of revenants never once remembered

bruised behemoth haughty thence now harrowing

art thou the same that slayed the saints without a moment’s hesitation?

 

Almost out and through. In sight I saw the sun, I must confess, I uttered her name in return without a single pause and mortal reservation

 

ending…….pending

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